Bahamas Vacation – Chapter 4

2017 true sex story: Bahamas Vacation – Chapter 4

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My Bahamas vacation continues. I went there to forget the memories of the death of my fiancee. I met Cinnamon and we have been spending time together. We have been invited to supper by Holly, her coworker, and her husband Robert, our fishing guide.
Bahamas Vacation (4)

(Background: I took a trip to get away from memories after my fiancee’s, Debby’s, death. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last three nights together. She has 2 days off yesterday she was my tour guide in Nassau. Today we are going fishing which she arranged with the husband of one of her co-workers.)

I awoke with my arm still around Cinnamon. I listened to her slow steady breathing. I smelled the enticing scent of her hair. I was thinking how amazing it was that I was lying next to a woman who had posed nude for a picture in playboy. I looked at the clock by the side of the bed. It was 4:40 in the morning. We had to be at the dock at 6:00 to meet of guide. I just lay there enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against mine. The phone rang. Cinnamon awoke and picked up the phone since it was on her side of the bed.

“Hello! Ok thanks!” she said as she hung up the phone. “That was our wake-up call.”

She got out of bed to my disappointment. I took in the fantastic view of her naked body as she walked to the bathroom. The shower came on and she closed the shower curtain. She finished and I took my shower. As soon as we were ready we were on our way. We arrived at the dock and a tall black was standing there near a 17 foot Boston Whaler.

“Andy this is Robert,” Cinnamon said when we got to the boat.

We got aboard and I shook hands with Robert. Cinnamon and I sat down on the seats behind him and we left the dock. We headed toward the east end of the island. Robert stopped by an island east of Paradise Island.

“Sorry! We will just be here a couple of minutes. I am going to drop a couple of fish traps before we go out farther to fish,” Robert said.

He dropped 2 traps over with empty plastic gallon containers attached as buoys. Then we headed out with the compass pointed east southeast. The water got deeper. We continued several miles until New Providence, the Island on which Nassau is located, appeared to be breaking up. The water began to get shallower. The ocean was relatively smooth. Robert slowed the boat and gazed across the water.

“What are you looking for?” I asked.

“Shoals,” he answered. “They are rocky formations with plants and fish surrounded by white sand.”

We headed to a large dark spot in the water. Robert put the engines in neutral and grabbed a water glass. The water glass looked like a wooden pail with glass on the large end. Robert leaned over the side and moved the water glass around looking for something.

“This will do for a starting point,” Robert said.

His accent was thick, but still was easy to understand. He ran the boat upwind about 40-50 feet. Put the engine in neutral, then put the anchor overboard. He let out rope until stern was about 10 feet from being over the shoal. He moved the anchor rope from one side of the bow to the other. The stern swung over and lined up better with the shoal.

“We use drop lines here for these fish,” Robert explained.

He prepared the lines and the bait, conch. I had never seen a live conch before. The animal from inside the beautiful shell was mostly white, but there was a dark part up near the spur. The spur looked like plastic. There were also some orange parts. Robert cut the orange parts up and pushed them aside. He cut up some of the white part and put these pieces on the hooks. He handed Cinnamon and I each a spool with the bait and a lead sinker.

“Drop the hook and sinker just over the side. Let out line until you don’t feel the weight of the sinker. Then let out 15 to 20 more feet,” Robert instructed. “Then pull up the line and let it fall on the bottom of the boat. Don’t loop the line around your fingers, wrist, or hand. You will get a bad burn or cut from the line if a fish is on your line.”

We did as he instructed. While we were pulling our lines back in Cinnamon screamed.

“I have a fish on my line!” she exclaimed.

“Pull it in nice and steady,” Robert instructed.

I continued to pull in my line as I watched Cinnamon. Soon Cinnamon had her fish out of water. Robert stepped over and brought it into the boat. He unhooked it and held it for a few seconds for us to see. It was 8-10 inches long and was blue and yellow striped. Suddenly it started making a grunting sound.

“This is called a grunt, you can tell why,” Robert said as he put it in a large plastic pail partly filled with water. “Good eatin’.”

He threw some of the Orange pieces out toward the shoal. He baited Cinnamon’s hook and threw it out toward the shoal.

“Give it line until it reaches bottom, then pull it taut.” Robert continued to instruct.

I followed Robert’s example and threw my line also. Soon Cinnamon screamed again she had another fish. While she was pulling this one in I felt a tug on my line, set the hook, and began pulling in my first fish. Cinnamon had another grunt about the same size as her first. Then she watched as I finished pulling in my fish. My fish was longer and thinner.

As he took my fish off the hook Robert said, “This is a yellowtail snapper.”

The fish was blue on top and bottom with a yellow stripe from the gills to the tail. We continued fishing for the next 90 minutes or so. We had caught about 20 fish between us. Then the fish stopped biting.

Robert said, “Time to move on.”

He pulled up anchor and moved to another shoal. We anchored and caught a few fish before there was a big jerk on my line as I was pulling in a fish. Then there was nothing. I pulled up the rest of the line. There was nothing on the line, no hook, no sinker, and the line itself looked like it had been cut.

“Barracuda,” said Robert. “We can either catch him or move. What do you want?”

“Well Cinnamon, catching a Barracuda would make for an interesting memory and a good story,” I said.

“Sure, let’s go for it. Is it dangerous?” Cinnamon asked.

“I’ve done it before. Just have to be careful if it gets in the boat and starts flopping around,” said Robert.

Robert got out another fishing line. It had a wire leader, a larger hook, and was much thicker. He took one of the smaller fish we had caught earlier and hooked it on the end of the line. He unwound a good amount of line and then threw the hooked fish as far as he could. Since there was no sinker it stayed near the surface of the water. Robert slowly and steadily pulled in the line. He got it back in the boat and threw it out again. Again he slowly pulled in the line.

“There he comes!” Robert yelled.

There was definitely large dark shape moving toward the fish on the end of the line. The line went taut. Robert jerked the line setting the hook. He gave the fish some line and then pulled back when he could fighting with the strong fish. He was able to gain line a foot or so at a time.

“Do you want to feel the fight in this one?” he asked me.

I went over and he passed me the line. This was like no other fish I had caught in the lakes of Minnesota. When the fish struggled I could only hold it steady or give it back a little line.

“Keep the line taut. If you give a cuda slack it can chew through the metal leader,” Robert instructed.

20 or 25 minutes later the barracuda was coming up next to the boat. Robert had grabbed a 2×4 with a handle carved out of one end. He had used this to pound the conch to soften it up. He called it a bruiser.

As Cinnamon watched, she said, “Be careful!”

She sounded a little frightened. The fish was now along side the boat.

“Lift it’s head out of the water!” Robert commanded.

I had about 6 inches of the fish out of the water, Robert hit the barracuda several times with the bruiser. The fish looked limp. He grabbed a net sitting nearby. We pulled the fish into the boat. It was about 4 feet long. Robert stuck the handle of the bruiser into the barracuda’s mouth. It clamped down lightly, clearly tired, dazed, and out of fight. It had sharp teeth and an angry look. He moved it to where it would not be near us.

“I know someone who will pay me for this, take and mount it, and then sell it,” Robert said.

We began fishing again, but didn’t even get a nibble.

After several minutes Robert said, “The cuda pushed the other fish into hiding. We should move elsewhere.”

We moved to another shoal. After anchoring we began fishing again. After catching a few fish, Cinnamon got something on her line.

“Help! I can’t pull it in,” she called out.

Robert quickly went over to help.

“Did you have a fish?” he asked.

“Yes, I am sure I did. It jerked and pulled a couple of times,” she said. “I got a couple of pulls in then couldn’t pull anymore.”

Robert took the line and pulled it a couple of different directions. The line came free then went taut again.

“The fish is still on the line. The line must have gotten caught on the shoal,” Robert said giving the line back to Cinnamon.

I watched as Cinnamon pulled in the fish. When she got the fish into the boat, it was a large, gray, roundish-shaped fish. Robert picked it up and unhooked it. He held it up for us to see.

“They call this a trigger fish. Let me show you why. Andy push the big spine down,” Robert said.

The fish had a large spine and a smaller spine on it’s back. I pushed on the larger spine. It wouldn’t move.

“Cinnamon, you push the spine down,” robe requested.

Cinnamon pushed the spine and it went down easily.

“It’s a trick,” explained Robert. “To get the large spine to collapse you must push down the smaller spine. That’s why it is called a trigger fish.”

He demonstrated this, then each of us tried it.

“We are going to have to go in soon. There’s weather coming in,” he said pointing out to the south.

“Let’s go in now,” said Cinnamon looking worried.

Robert started the engine and started pulling up the anchor. We wound up our fishing lines. With the anchor aboard we started back to New Providence.