It’s been years since I’d done this. In fact, I remember the last time vividly. I was 15, growing rapidly and feeling awkward about life. My great uncle came over and asked if I wanted to fish with him.
“Sure, why not,” I said.
I was visiting my grandparents on Long Island and that was a particularly boring day. We headed out to Clarence Town and onto the rocks in front of the marina. He handed me my line—no fishing rod here. He gave me some bait and I cast my line out. He did the same. We sat in silence for what seemed an hour without even hooking a fish.
“They’re not biting today,” my great uncle said with a frown.
It was about 5 pm. and the sun was steadily making its descent, but we persisted. Eventually my line started to pull a little, then suddenly I was in a fight.
“Pull it in,” my uncle said. “That’s it. There you go.”
I pulled it up, a Yellowtail Snapper, and dropped it in our little bucket. After that, I caught a few jacks and some more snappers. My uncle caught one fish. As a novice fisherman, I was elated. My uncle beamed at me and bragged that I had stolen his thunder. It was an experience for sure. Most fishermen come to The Bahamas to bonefish in the shallow flats of Bimini, Grand Bahama, Andros, Crooked Island, Acklins, Abaco, and Eleuthera. Others come for big game fish like Mahi Mahi, swordfish, marlins and the like. But there is something to be said of the old Bahamian way of fishing on the rocks with your line.
At nearly 30-years-old, I find the experience just as calming and just as exciting.