Well I have been remiss in not blogging my first real fishing trip while here so this is it.
One thing about this fishing trip is that while I used my 9' Ugly Stick and fancy Daewoo reel with all the bells and whistles, Jim and Christian basically used a spool of line, a rust nail for weight, and a hook - regardless of what equipment we used, we all caught fish - you can guess who caught more (I think the secret was their rusty nail sinkers).
After Easter, but before Fr. Martin's departure, one of the parishioners in Cargill Creek offered to take us fishing and we took him up on it.
Jim Johnson is a local Bahamian who has a boat and offered to take us out. Fr. Martin and I met him at the dock in Behring Point and off we went. This is a pic of Jim at the helm as we cleared Cargill Creek and headed out to sea.
When we first arrived on the boat there was another man on the boat, his name was Christian and, after we had cleared the Creek and were out in the ocean Jim stopped the boat and Christian donned a snorkel and mask and slipped over the side. We weren't sure what or why this was happening until Christian slipped below the surface of the water and came up with two big conch shells. Now these were not the pretty pink conche shells you see in the tourist shops. They were dirty and covered with sea grass - conche in the wild.
We trailed Christian for what seemed like 40 minutes and he kept handing us conche after conche and (since I'd given Jim $50 for gas) I was beginning to wonder if we'd ever actually toss out a line for fish. Turns out this was part of Jim's plan - conche was bait.
With a boatload of bait off we went to fill our coolers with fish. We caught several variety but by far the most common was the Bahamian Porky. Isn't he cute? Let me tell you, once we fileted this little cutie it was great white meat. What a fish-fry!
One thing about this fishing trip is that while I used my 9' Ugly Stick and fancy Daewoo reel with all the bells and whistles, Jim and Christian basically used a spool of line, a rust nail for weight, and a hook - regardless of what equipment we used, we all caught fish - you can guess who caught more (I think the secret was their rusty nail sinkers).
Nothing better than a drop line and knowing when to yank it.
Suffice it to say we had a great day and weeks later, Ginni and I are still eating fish from this one fishing trip.
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