Gary and I, with two buddies from Dallas (Rodger and John), visited
Crooked Island in the Bahamas for the second year in a row. There is no
island in the Bahamas and no village as friendly as Landrail Point on Crooked
Island. In 2005, Gary and I went again, but the Dallas
boys opted out.
Here are a few pictures from 2003:
In April 2004, we were surprised to find a gaggle of Englishmen and Scots would be joining us on the flats. People from the UK are not very original with names. They were all named John or Mark or Mike. Only a few of them spoke recognizable English. And they drank a lot of Kalik beer. But the thing that really pissed us off was that they caught more bonefish than the Yanks. Here are a few pictures from that trip...
1.)Mike the Brit claimed he caught 27 bonefish one day. Rumor had it that
he lies a lot.
2.)Rodger & John with Kenny got stuck out on a flat when the tide went out. Kenny's new name is Nighthawk.
3.)Gary caught a tern on a pilcher and Bill's biggest fish was a jack.
4.)The Yanks are not scheduling next year's trip until they find out when the Brits are coming back.