The next three days of fishing were stellar.
We searched the island near and far for a serviceable guitar. After a few failed attempts we found one that wasn’t missing any tuning keys.
An emergency string kit came in handy. The guitar still didn’t sound very well, but we still listened to live music nonetheless.
We were also serenaded with some island music…
White boy dance moves…
Showing the locals how to fly cast…
And how to tie flies…
Impromptu tying session…
The results….
Skiff art…
Skiff art…
Day 7 we woke up in the wee hours to catch our first of two flights back home.
Sunrise from the clouds.
Back in civilization…
We cramped into a van and headed to town to burn time before our next flight…
We ate breakfast at local restaurant…
Some of us did the tourist thing around town…
While others kicked back and relaxed under the Bahamian sun..
The Bahamas are a special place. The affable people, insouciant lifestyle, delicious cuisine, pristine flats laden with bonefish both big and small…the list could go on indefinitely.
What’s not to love?
I’m looking forward to the day we meet again.
