Friday, July 6, 2012

$736K Field Trip

Fish pics from a few weeks back.

Destination, Cat Cay. Private island in the Bahamas, about 8 nautical miles from less-fancy Bimini.

45 minutes by puddle jumper from Ft. Lauderdale.

Quarry: giant Bluefin Tuna. And the usual crapfish.

Kind of like the island of misfit toyboys. It ought to be brilliant, often is, but also squarely Bahamian. Or, the golf course was all about underwater, covered in feral chickens, and strictly for the brochure. I loved it.

Making a movie with the Beez. Plus, a photoshoot with some ex-tarheels.

Bluefin haven't been caught off Bimini in five years.  Hemmingway was the first to wrangle one on a rod, and yacht-life happened quickly after. Worth a googles.

Likely less interesting to this fanbase, but we managed a catch, 800 pounder, caught by Little Roy Merritt (makes boats for Alan Jackson). Who had the flu. That stuff to follow, cheap stuff below.

Great times. I cooked every night. Mostly for 30.

Ammo, 99% useless.

The sketchy part concerning these misadventures.

Cat Cay from the air, a stain of sand.


Triggerfish.

B. Beesley, filmmaker.

Roy Merritt Sr., boatmaker.

Cap'n Ray Rocher, pounding conch in the McKenna kitchen

Happy Hour, Cay Cay Yacht Club

Tuna rigging

Game time.

Hi seas

Director, Bradley Beesley. Mid Cosco protein.

Dream team.

Barkeep, Hague House.
The godfather of the adventure, with adoring fan.


I made BBQ. 36 hour endeavor.

Shipwreck, Bimini.

What's left of the Compleat Angler

Chris Wilson, Raleigh native, ace photog


Polling by Oliver White.

The ROWDY in quiet seas

Allen Merritt. Eating chicken wings.

SCHOOLMASTER

TC

Lunar



Sargent Major!

Yellow Jack


Rookery, Brown's Island

Conch hunters


Trolling for CUDA


Sunday, July 1, 2012

I want a ranch life

We celebrated the 4th last weekend, at the magnificent Otra Vez, which translates to "concrete extraordinary donut" if you didn't take Portuguese.

Anyways, I love this place and its keepers. Sadly, no explosives this year due to the world's most annoyingly persistent drought.

Egg production high. Burger consumption higher. Kids owned the day.



From the Dr. Oswalt cowboy collection, left of flush handle

Both members of the Cash $ posse

Three egger, must have been those lucky necklaces

Can't get enough of the swimming hole


Sargent Hugh F. Cannonball

MC MA

Halftime Quilt performances

Water displacement mechanisms

This kid can eat melon

Scott Gillespie, we need a letter of recommendation

Yes please, I'd like mine in brushed brown

Tinker

Tailor

and Soldier 

Many thanks to the Oswalt Leetes for their hospitality and considerations.




And, one from Easy Tiger. Dad had both chilluns for three hours.



Top Pops.


Go Italia. F those pass nerds!