December 2, 2011.
We're still safely tucked in near the middle beach at Big Majors Spot. The winds been blowing 20 knots outta the north. Its supposed to climb towards 30 and come from the northeast over the weekend so we'll sit here for a few more days. We're anchored just off the exclusive resort on Fowl Cay.
There’s about 8 sailboats here and room for a hundred so crowding isn't an issue. We spent a couple of hours in the water yesterday and grabbed another 5 lobsters. I'm a little disappointed in the amount of Lionfish that I've been seeing. I usually kill em' whenever I see them but there’s so many here it would turn into a full time job. I did kill a bunch though and even took one that was the size of a damn chicken. By far the biggest I've seen yet.
Last night we spent the evening on the beach burning garbage and sharing cocktails and snacks with the rest of the anchorage. I have to throw a compliment to Bess from Alibi II's way. She took the conch we managed to chase down the other day and whipped them into the best cracked conch I've ever eaten. Of course, shortly after that one of the pigs from Pig Beach came wandering out of the woods and made a beeline for the assembled snack foods. I had a 4 foot long branch and used it to tap, poke and prod the pig to keep him at bay. He was insistent and I was actually feeling a bit bad about whacking him on the snout to back him off. Finally Bess says “you're not doing that right” and snatches the stick from my hand and smacks him. He backs off a bit but shes after him and pretty soon she looks like some insane shepard as she chases him back into the woods smacking at his ass the whole way. She even had him squealing. A word from the wise, if Bess has a stick and says move, I'd do it. She talks softly but carries a pig stick.