A mellow soundtrack drifted from the docks of the AP Bell Fish Company – the hum of boat engines, the cry of gulls and the gentle slap of bay water against wooden pilings. A large brown pelican seemed to stand guard over the dock, pacing the wooden slats in quiet anticipation of the day’s catch. The air was thick with salt and fish – a heavy perfume telling of a hard day’s work.
I was visiting Cortez Historic Fishing Village, the oldest fishing community on Florida’s Gulf Coast, and a living link to the state’s rich maritime past. Cortez was first established in the late 19th century, when hardy fishermen from North Carolina settled on this protected stretch of Sarasota Bay, drawn in primarily by an abundance of mullet. They also chose this spot for its shelter and calm waters, believing that the barrier islands (sweeping from Anna Maria Island to Longboat Key) would blunt the worst of the Gulf’s hurricanes.
Here, they built wooden cottages and camps along the shore, living simply and working the tides for their livelihood. Over the decades, the village has weathered hurricanes and the slow press of development, yet its spirit has rarely faltered.

I looked out over the water, which was still and sun-dappled. On it bobbed a hodgepodge of gleaming white boats, stamped proudly with women’s names: Miss Gail, Lisa, Karen… The latter arrived and introduced herself cheerfully.
Karen Bell is synonymous with Cortez: she owns the AP Bell Fish Company, a family business, founded by her grandfather in 1923, that’s an enduring cornerstone of the village’s fishing industry. From these weathered docks, AP Bell’s boats still unload the Gulf’s bounty – gleaming grouper, silver mullet and bright snapper – all bound for restaurants and fish markets across Florida and beyond. Practical, straight-talking and deeply rooted in the community, Karen is one of the principal people keeping Cortez’s working waterfront alive today.
“The family legacy here is pretty special,” she explained as she led me away from the water and towards the cavernous fish house, greeting workers warmly as we strolled. “It’s still very much a working fishing village, and there are still a lot of people here with roots going back to North Carolina.”
“The fish here are prized because the waters are so clean and clear. The flesh has great flavour. We ship twice a week to Canada and New York, but mostly it’s a fresh, local product.”
Karen’s modesty belied the scale of the operation. Today, it’s one of the largest remaining commercial fisheries on the Gulf Coast, moving millions of kilos of seafood each year and keeping generations of Cortez families in work. And at the core of everything are the people.
“We depend on ourselves,” she explained as we were enveloped by the clatter of the fish house. “The people here understand fish. It’s hard work – sometimes I’m down here loading trucks at 2am – but it’s rewarding,” she explained. “Not everyone wants this kind of life now. It’s tough work, but it’s honest.”

Inside the fish house, forklifts buzzed between stacks of ice-packed boxes as crews in rubber boots manned the machinery. The air was cool and sharp. We peered into echoing freezers where the scales of crated fish caught the light like silver leaf, and the floor was slick beneath a sheen of ice. Alongside its day-to-day operations, AP Bell offers public tours, giving visitors a chance to see exactly where the region’s cornucopia of seafood comes from.
“That big cold storage building you see holds three million pounds [1,360 tonnes] of fish,” Karen said, raising her voice over the hum of activity.
Sustainability, Karen explained, has always been central to the operation too. As a former member of a federal fisheries council, she helped shape many of the rules that govern the Gulf today, from strict quotas to size limits designed to protect breeding fish. Nothing here goes to waste, either: whole fish are sold fresh, their roe carefully removed and shipped overseas, while smaller catches are used locally or donated.
Karen has also worked with scientists from nearby Mote Marine Laboratory, contributing to studies that examine how fishing practices affect local stocks. It’s the kind of collaboration, she said, that helps ensure the Gulf’s resources are managed responsibly for the future. She spoke about the delicate balance between livelihood and conservation, acknowledging that fishing communities like Cortez depend on both. “People have to have a means to live,” she said. “But you also have to make sure that the stock is there for the future.”

Beyond the thrum of the docks and the fish house, the wider village unfolds in a tangle of colourful cottages, washed in sun-bleached blues, buttery yellows and chalky pinks. The narrow roadways are punctuated by palm trees. Most of the original 19th-century structures were destroyed in a devastating hurricane in 1921, but they were rebuilt soon after, often on the same lots and using salvaged materials. Today, the village is listed on the National Register of Historic Places, recognised as one of the last intact examples of Florida’s maritime heritage.
I rattled through Cortez on a golf cart with Karen, pausing before the Florida Maritime Museum, housed in a schoolhouse built in 1912. When the museum is open, it leads walking tours throughout the village. Inside, its exhibits trace Florida’s Gulf Coast heritage through old photographs and artefacts such as boat-building tools that tell the story of Cortez’s fishing families.
“We also have a festival every February,” Karen added. “The Cortez Commercial Fishing Festival, which highlights the fishing industry. The proceeds help support the FISH Preserve [a 38-hectare stretch of protected mangrove and wetland habitat on the edge of the village, owned by the Florida Institute for Saltwater Heritage]. It’s a nice way to showcase what we do.”
“We have exhibits on different types of gear, and a couple of years ago we even had a fisherman’s fashion show,” she chuckled.

We finally pulled up before Tide Tables, the casual dockside restaurant co-owned by Karen Bell. It’s one of a pair of restaurants owned by Bell – the other, Star Fish Company Seafood Market and Restaurant, sits right along the waterfront beside the fish house, serving the day’s catch at wooden picnic benches overlooking the bay. There, wooden signs advertise ‘fresh smoked mullet’, and the market is filled with spices and trinkets. At Tide Tables, the smell of grilled grouper drifted over the water as more pelicans waited hopefully nearby.
“The grouper we serve here comes right off our boats,” Karen said. “The grouper sandwich is really good – you can have it fried, grilled or blackened.” The grouper came out piled into pillowy bread, served with a mountain of fries and creamy coleslaw. The menu heaved with other seafood options too – blackened mahi tacos, scallops and shrimp po’boys.
“What I love about this work is that it’s real,” Karen said as the sunlight danced on the water beyond the cheerful jumble of tables. “Fishing is part of Florida’s agricultural heritage. Feeding people, working with nature – it keeps us grounded. It’s a closeknit community and I’ve travelled enough to know this is what I love.”






















