Fish On!

We finally got dive tanks at a scuba shop in St. Maarten. After much looking we found a place that would sell them to us brand new with air in them. So far we have only done two dives because the island we are at now does not allow you to  dive without a dive guide. 

After some time in St. Maarten we went to St. Bart’s (Barthelemy). This is a French island and we gladly enjoyed some of the french restaurants and cafes. We also went to a French beach… I’m not going to comment on this adventure. After the French beach we went out for my dad’s birthday dinner. We had a hard time finding anything that had food under twenty dollars, but we finally settled on a breakfast place. The only thing on the menu was a panini.  They were pretty good despite the fact that we were across the street from the place with a “cheeseburger in paradise” sign. I personally would rather have gone there but… guatever.

After weeks of trying, we finally caught a fish trolling from St. Bart’s to St. Kitts. I was almost dancing when I heard my dad call “Fish on! Fish on!” When we got him reeled in we realized that we had him on the hook since we left St. Bart’s. According to my parents he has rigor mortis. Which means that he has been dead long enough to turn stiff, or he went into shock because we dragged him at seven knots for about twenty miles with a hook in his mouth. My mom is skeptical that we caught him instead of just hooking him by accident, but the hook was in his mouth, so we think we caught him. At first we didn’t know what to do. So I grabbed our new knife and a tether and we tethered Mom to the back of the boat and made her fillet the fish.                 EK