The boat was fully loaded Thanksgiving morning as we headed east towards Bahamian waters. We cruised through the Intracoastal Waterway as the sun began to rise and I watched my boyfriend, Ben, and his father start rigging up wahoo lures to troll on our voyage across. The 60-foot Merritt started to pick up speed after passing through the Hillsboro Inlet and my heart began to race with anticipation for the weekend’s adventures.
I hadn’t been to The Bahamas since childhood and this was the first time I had planned to travel to the stretch of tropical islands for strictly fishing.
The seas were at 3 to 5 as we crossed Hillsboro to Chub Cay on a following sea that spilled over the stern. We set out the 80 Wide Tiagras at a trolling speed of 12 knots and hooked up on a wahoo that morning off Chub. Weighing in at 25 pounds, it was the first of many fish to put up a grand fight.
Using fresh Islander and Blackbart lure combos, I caught my first wahoo, a 30-pounder, off Andros. We fished for a few more hours before heading into the marina at Chub Cay. After cleaning up the boat and filleting fish, it was time to settle down for an amazing Thanksgiving feast. Ben’s mom had prepared a traditional dinner for the nine-person crew that was woofed down in a matter of seconds. Turkey comatose had taken over.
The following morning, we set out to fish the bottom of The Pocket, towards Jolters. The fish ended up biting right off Andros which led to another successful day. It was rough and a few of my fellow shipmates were a bit green, but the fish box, yet again, was full.