Sunday, April 5, 2009

Coming into Nassau Harbor


Cruise ships everywhere


This boat, or should I say yacht has a 74 foot sailboat, helicopter, and a huge fishing boat and is the 3rd larges US yacht owned by a 44 year old Russian gas and oil billionaire, now a US citizen.

Atlantis
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A day at Frazer's Hog Beach


Stephanie, Colleen and Godiva in the warm gin clear water at the beach

Beautiful Bahama beach

Doug and Tammy at the beach

Stephanie hunting shells while Godiva enjoys a swim. Cassie is off hunting fish as usual
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The Fish Slayer

The day started out to beautiful calm seas on the Tongue of the Ocean and the lines went in. After about 30 minutes Lucky Stars hooked a dolphin and we were all excited for them but what about the rest of us? After about one and one half hours I was beginning to think I was going to get skunked again, then I saw a fish chasing my lure, come on baby, take it! I was so excited I thought I was going to wet my pants. ZIINNG!!!
I called to Stephanie on the hand held "FISH ON". She knew exactly what to do. I had to keep my cool because before I could grab the pole out of the holder I had to put on my harness and gloves. OK, all set. I took the pole out of the holder and the fight was on. I pulled and reeled, pulled and reeled, and reeled some more. The fish got close to the boat and I shouted DOLPHIN! It was so close, but still soooo far away because now I had to land it. I got it out of the water onto the swim platform, grabbed the leader and swung it over onto the aft deck. (stupid me didn't use the gaff) What a thing of beauty it was, electric green, blue and yellow. 15 pounds and 36 inches long. I was so excited to finally get a fish. THE DOLPHIN SLAYER! Now I was pumped. The line went back into the water and I was ready for another one. It didn't take long and FISH ON!
I put on my gear and again, the fight was on. This one fought harder than the dolphin but I won the fight. I cried out, Yellow fin tuna! I was so excited again I forgot the gaff hook and grabbed the leader and flipped that baby aboard.
What a great day and what a great partner at the helm. Stephanie was having a great time maneuvering September Song to the weed lines and chasing the birds (where there are weeds and birds, that's where the fish are) and watching me on one of the most exciting days yet.

September Song (THE FISH SLAYER) out
Bob


Dolphin coming in. Please don't get off now!

Success!!!!

First fish for September Song. Good job at the helm Stephanie.

The fight, and they do fight
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The yellow fin tuna coming in

Now that's a fish! Sashimi tonight!

that's a beautiful sight
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Bahamian dinner

Herby and Margret treated the gang to a family style Bahamian dinner. We had lobster, grouper, conch, Bahamian mac and cheese, peas and rice, and salad. What a great taste of the Islands.


Digging in

Now that's a plate full!

Todd and Brenda going back, in the dark, after dinner in the mooring field. (Marina ghetto) wish them luck in finding Life's2Short after a great dinner and lots of Rum Punch.

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Our Marina at Frazers Hog Key

Cruising kids

What's left of their power grid after Hurricane Andrew. They now rely on generators only

our hosts, Herby and his gorgeous fiancee Margret
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Todd the Conch Hunter

Todd went out with some Bahamian fisherman that were at Frazer Hog Cay hunting conch. Todd makes friends with all the locals and then joins in their daily work. What a great way to get the flavor of the Bahamas. After figuring out how to see them he was a diving machine. Then the smelly part, cleaning them.
Good job Todd! Now go wash your hands because you smell like a conch.


Show me how to clean a Conch

Don't worry Mon, you will get it

Success!
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Friday, April 3, 2009

Lots to tell

We left Chub anchorage because the winds were going to pick up and clock around to the South West and Chub wanted 4.75 per foot to come into their Marina and another 100.00 each to take us to customs. (not)
We all went six miles to Frazer Hog Cay where we were going to pick up a mooring ball but when we arrived the dock Master said we could come into the dock for the same price plus 25.00 for electric and water. (great deal) We were met by Herby, the Dock Master, Cook, Bar Tender, Cook, owner, and one of only ten people who live on the Island who, after we tied up took us to customs. The Captains all got into Herby's truck for the aprox. three mile trip to the airport, but the truck wouldn't go into gear so we all piled into his mule and headed out. As you can see from the picture I took of one of the locals, the roads are like dirt roads only sand and shell. When we got to customs we were ushered into a little office at the Airport Terminal. I can only tell you see the picture because I don't think you would believe my explanation. The customs officer was listening to Frank Sinatra and singing while filling out the papers and I couldn't tell if he was asking me a question or sing. They are hard to understand without the singing. We all made it through fine with lots of stamping and carbon paper (yes, the still use carbon paper in some parts of the world) and we headed back to the Marina to take down our quarantine flag and put up our Bahamian flag. YA
Last night we were treated to Herby's conch fritters and the best Rum Punch I have ever had. It was great but lethal.
Lot's more to tell but Stephanie and the girls are waiting for me to finish so we can go to the beach.

September Song (headed for the beach) out
Bob


Todd and I coming back from a run into Chub Marina for a five dollar bag of ice for Life's2Short

View of Chub beach from September Song

Another view from the bow
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The local Police Chief

Our mode of transportation to customs because the truck would not go into reverse

Herby driving us to customs

One of the ten, yes, ten people who live on the Island
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Customs and Immigration office (things are different here)

The airport terminal where customs is.

Me checking in with customs

Our customs person singing along with Frank Sinatra while filling out the papers. Maybe if we spend enough time here I will learn to understand them when they speak mon
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The gate keepers house to the private beach

Notice the gate keepers coon tail on his hat

The private beach Herby took us too
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