It’s a straight up murder scene around here and it’s delicious! There is definitely a bounty and it’s all thanks to onshore winds, which suck for the surf, but they’re great for the spearfishing. We were able to pull a bunch of fish off the reef out front and then after surfing we hit the outer reefs and pulled in a bunch more. Mostly Parrot fish and Trigger fish, but we did get a good sized Snapper which is the local prize though I prefer the other species over snapper.
There has been some sightings of other species including some Rooster fish which move so fast they’re very hard to shoot. There have also been some Snook, which can get in the 30 lb range. In fact, just to tell a little ‘fish story’, I was fishing on the reef and saw one of these really large Snook. I actually took a shot and missed which feels pretty devastating as you usually don’t get a second chance. I kept fishing and got a couple of Triggers and a Parrot and decided to head in, but I kept my gun loaded. I remembered some years ago I was heading in with a full stringer and another fish on the spear. As I got to the shallows there was a Snook just sitting there looking at me, it didn’t move?! I was able to grab my spear, slide the fish I had on the spear shaft back onto the line and I actually swam at the Snook and tried to spear it using my hand. The spear basically pushed the Snook away and of course it swam off. Safely on land telling my fish story, about an hour later I saw another guide, from another camp, exiting the water with a huge Snook…he was of course excited and he couldn’t believe that he shot the Snook right off the beach. I’m not positive, but I’m guessing it was the same fish….so now as I was exiting the water I kept the gun loaded just in case I was able to find a Snook in the shallows. As history would dictate, there was a large Snook in the shallows and as I weaved my way from clear water to sandy water I glimpsed the body, the telltale black stripe and I strained to get a shot off. The spear struck the fish and it started to run. I couldn’t see it at the end of the 20 foot line, but I felt it pull, and it pulled hard! I had to brace the gun with two hands to keep it from being pulled from my hand and and then the pull was gone….the fish had pulled the spear out. I was nauseous. I swam back toward deeper and clearer water to see if the fish was stunned, floundering…still there? It was gone, out of my sight range and most likely dead or dying. It was a shame. I’ve not landed a truly large Snook, yet. I will though. Having had the chances I know it’s only a matter of time. I’ll try again tomorrow and just maybe I’ll find one…I won’t even mind if it’s got a big hole blasted through it.
In the mean time we enjoyed the plunder from down under. Fish tacos and then some fish curry, tomorrow fish kabobs, and fish sticks, fish gumbo, fried fish, baked fish…you get the picture.