My interest and enthusiasm for fishing on this trip has greatly increased since meeting
I did come back on the second day with one good size conch.
Hopetown was a stop-over until the weather window opened for his final 393 nautical mile hop home to
This evening, I’m anchored in relatively calm seas and utter blackness off Tillo Cay with a strong southeasterly breeze blowing, listening to the distant surf breaking, and I’m thinking of what it must be like on the Atlantic side of the reefs. I’m willing the moon to come up a little sooner tonight.
I understand now my need to leave Hopetown when I did. I never have liked the feeling of being the one left behind.