Enjoying Things That Happen When You Let Things Happen
It’s an interesting life we all lead, yes? At times you feel like you’re on mountain tops grabbing opportunities of your minds design from thin air; other times deep in a disgusting ditch gasping for air while onlookers judge and stare. From ditches and through internet switches, from slow days that are romantic to rides more frantic, manic and gigantic than the titanic; days pass by and memories are made. Despite having spent over five of the last fourteen months on Little Corn Island, I’m still in awe and like “is this place real?”
It’s easy to forget who you are, forget what you think you need and just be. The time is always now and the question usually how. Spending inordinate amounts of time roaming around and discovering new places, saying what’s up to new and old faces. The weather was stormy but quite sweet if every day is sunny as though on repeat. It felt like early fall in Canada when all is swell, only it was early March in the Caribbean and no leaves fell.
There is a hideout on the island called Melba Beach, spent some time to see what it had to teach and sure enough the message reached. We now call it “Eel Bay” as it’s infested with moray eels which will be hot on the heels of your bait. In case you’re curious, the moray eel is not your friend, at all. Also if you’re curious if fish will eat old fish heads as bait, this eel we found caught in the rocks in this small pool eat several and with great zeal, I might add.
While searching new shore spots, found a tall cliff with a stellar view. Saw a massive snapper than spotted a few. It was as though they just showed up on cue as though it was a couple but not just one, two. There colors were bright and loud, and on the end of a hook any fisherman would be proud. It was inaccessible so we just stood there in awe and now I’m telling you the story of what we just saw.
There is a spot called “Gunpoint” on the island where we do fish and a difficult march to the rocks you must take. Once there no time for fakes, as a long and straight cast you must make. A hundred meters away I saw a friend wade in waist deep and throw his hand line attached to a buoy that drifted in from sea. It floated and we heard a roar, he had caught something and big once more…
There he was, dragging in a nurse shark to shore from the Caribbean Sea on a Tuesday afternoon, something on the agenda for which I’m sure we can all make room. It was getting dark and grabbed a fist full of bait before resuming the usual trot back to town for a wander on the seawall. It was a bust so I moved on with speed to the pier, a successful call, indeed.
I noticed my phone said 3G so I skype the folks, while the conversation flowed along with the time and tide I felt a tug and that’s no joke. I said “I’ve got a fish” but I was wrong; I had a nurse shark but not sure for how long. I was on my small rod but it put up an even smaller fight and the trite saying “good enough is good enough” was reinforced one more. There I took out my knife and cut into the line, giving the shark back its life and a safe way to end the night.
While here some opportunities are blowing in with the storm, much more on those later.
P.S: Photo is of “Eel Bay” aka Melba Beach, we have seen snapper and caught a yellow tail there too but five eels…
P.P.S: Internet is blazing fast from the office today, the future is coming quickly.