December 11, 2013.
While we've been hiding form the 20 – 25 knots outta the east for the last few days something strange happened. We ran out of food. Not really but we were completely out of lobster. Christy had frozen half of the Ocean Trigger so there was no fresh fish either.
We woke to a little less wind this morning so we loaded our spearfishing crap into the dink and headed north. It was just past low tide and we had a shallow stretch to cross to get to the deep cut between the cays. The seas were still running even though the breeze was down to 17 knots or so. One wave after another was crashing onto the shallow section as we headed towards deeper water. My copilot was a little less than thrilled as a series of close set waves crashed over the top of the dinghy as we plodded into the surf.
We did make it through and once into the area I wanted to hunt things looked to be doable. Its not really bad for me in the water but if the surface is rough enough the waves can make handling the dink a real challenge. Since it was just past low tide and the surface was so rough there was once again a lot of sand suspended in the water.
The reef here is actually a series of closely spaced reefs that run in a straight line. Swimming is easy as the current pushes you along. There were long stretches where peering into the nooks and crannies was impossible due to the suspended sand. Every once and a while the water would perfectly clear and lobster hunting was possible.
It took 2 hours but we ended up surfing the waves home with the Red Bucket O'Doom overflowing with 9 bugs and a nice Tiger Grouper. We've got enough fresh seafood to last for days so “Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow”.