Each type of fish has its own unique “I don’t wanna be your dinner” survival technique. For hogfish, the poor things, they have a very ineffective technique. They stop, turn sidewise to you, flash different colors, and think they look like a sea fan. They don’t. Except for the really really big ones, they bolt. I guess that’s why they got big. Groupers have a much better technique, they swim up into the closest deepest hole and take their time coming back out, if at all. Mutton snappers, though, they’ve got it figured out. They swim slowly always just out of spearing range so that you follow them half way across the reef believing that you can get closer to them and once they have sufficiently teased you they take off so fast they are out of sight in a second. These muttons have been giving Keith the challenge, I knew he’d get one though…. and it was a biggie! Probably 20 lb. Woohoo, it fed the entire anchorage! It’s a fun way to meet the other cruisers (and try all their tasty side dishes).
Over the mutton snapper and conch dinner plans came together for a wreck dive the next day led by a couple Keith had met at Manjack. It was a 300′, 1907 wreck. I don’t know the name of it, I’ll be googling it when I get some wifi. The day was perfect for it, the glassy flat calm day made looking at it from the dinghy as clear as underwater. It helped that it was in really shallow water as well. We were able to find two boilers, two anchors, two propellers, the shaft, rudder…it was an absolutely amazing dive.
^^ check out the shade for our little dinghy excursion.
^^ we followed “Teamwork” out to the site, you can see the wreck below the water
^^one of the props
^^one of the anchors
A pinch-me-perfect couple of days 🙂