(Skipjack Point, Norman’s Cay, Exumas, Bahamas)
We’ve spent the last two days at Norman’s Cay. The days have been filled with diving and more diving. Greg couldn’t be happier.
Back in the late 70’s and early 80’s Norman’s Cay was the headquarter’s for a drug lord of the Medellin Cartel of Colombia. He used the property as a shipping base for smuggling drugs into the United States. What remains of the Cartel days is a sunken drug plane in the nearby shallows. It’s a haven for fish and beautiful for diving. You can swim through the hull, under the wings, and all throughout. While I was enjoying a school of little reef fish surrounding me, Greg was scoping out a huge yellow tail snapper under the plane, and a holed up monster lobster under the right wing. If you look hard enough in the second photo you can see Greg shoved up under the wing trying to dislodge to beast for a better look. For the record – the lobster won.
Besides the plane we got in two other great dives. One out the inlet where Greg speared the snapper pictured below while riding the rushing current back into the shallows. And for our second dive, today we dinghied out to the northern boundary of the Exuma Land and Sea Park and were rewarded with beautiful coral heads and black tip reef sharks!
In the beginning the dive was beautiful with multi colour coral and the most parrot fish I’ve ever seen. At our farthest point from the dinghy – as it so often goes – we saw the first black tip. By no means is it a tiger shark, but a shark is a shark. We watched him for a while and Greg went for a closer look with the GoPro. Eventually he hit the road and we were busy looking for fish again. We spotted some big grouper and the chase was on. Greg chased the grouper, and I chased Greg. The grouper, as they do, finally made for a hole in its hide-and-seek way. A practice that really isn’t in its best interest as now it’s an easy shot for Greg to make. Problem is as Greg came up for a breath to go back down and make the kill-shot, two cheeky black tip sharks came rolling in looking for a free meal.
Now Greg may be keen for the adrenaline rush of spearing with sharks stalking, waiting for their share, but I certainly am not. And luckily I have a boyfriend that knows where to draw the line with his prairie girl. We made our way back to the dinghy with the intention of motoring back over to the grouper hole with me in the dinghy nearby. That way I’d be close by to grab the fish to give the sharks less of a chance for the steal. No deal. The grouper were gone.
(We got some good video of this diving, it’ll be up once it’s compiled and ready. Stand by)