Great Guana Cay to Green Turtle Cay, Bahamas
We sailed back around Whale Cay the next day, but could not repeat the Snapper catch. I hooked something large, but he worked himself free. Dave said I played it right, but it still got away. We arrived at Green Turtle, paddled ashore, then rented a golf cart to cruise the island. Walked out to a reef and spearfished some more.
This was an extremely dangerous venture, with waves crashing all around us on hard coral and rock surfaces. I followed an equally large Snapper out past several reefs, and got a shot at it with the spear, but missed. That's how one becomes a large Snapper. I hit a trigger fish, the barb broke on my
spear. I finally speared a little trunkfish, but Mark made me let it go. No one caught anything--the light was poor with the setting sun, and the breakers were treacherous.
We had more grilled Snapper, and the Trigger fish. No gourmet meal is better. Mark fixed the dinghy motor. We went to the yacht club, hung out with Jammin Jan, then golf carted to hang out with Earl at his bar. He's a local who used to dive, but saw a huge Eel out on the reef, and hasn't dove
since. Dave coaxed that story out of him. Not a normal eel, but something huge and sinister that scared a lifelong diver off the reef and out of the water for the rest of his life.
We then caught the Gully Roosters at the Rooster's Rest. Great band, fun crowd, both locals and tourists. I was almost too tired to speak.
This was an extremely dangerous venture, with waves crashing all around us on hard coral and rock surfaces. I followed an equally large Snapper out past several reefs, and got a shot at it with the spear, but missed. That's how one becomes a large Snapper. I hit a trigger fish, the barb broke on my
spear. I finally speared a little trunkfish, but Mark made me let it go. No one caught anything--the light was poor with the setting sun, and the breakers were treacherous.
We had more grilled Snapper, and the Trigger fish. No gourmet meal is better. Mark fixed the dinghy motor. We went to the yacht club, hung out with Jammin Jan, then golf carted to hang out with Earl at his bar. He's a local who used to dive, but saw a huge Eel out on the reef, and hasn't dove
since. Dave coaxed that story out of him. Not a normal eel, but something huge and sinister that scared a lifelong diver off the reef and out of the water for the rest of his life.
We then caught the Gully Roosters at the Rooster's Rest. Great band, fun crowd, both locals and tourists. I was almost too tired to speak.