Great Sale Cay to Moraine Cay
We weighed
anchor at 0915 bound for Moraine Cay – a trip of about 35 miles. There was
enough wind to sail for much of the day but eventually, we had to run our
engines to get up enough speed to reach Moraine Cay before darkness.
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Moraine Cay is a privately owned island at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean and protected by the reef that lies just east of it. There are a few cottages on the island and its half-moon beach is said by some to be worth the trip alone. One cruising guide claims it is a most romantic spot where you can explore the vast starry sky while listening to the sea break against the rocks. Maybe this is true ashore but we rocked and rolled all night as the swells swept in from the Atlantic Ocean.
Moraine Cay
is no longer on our list of places to visit again, at least, not when the
swells are rolling in and not gently rocking you to sleep. Also, setting our
anchors in the grass covered sand bottom was challenging. You could watch the
anchor skim across the bottom since the water was so clear. We finally got ours to dig in after moving to
another location and making a second attempt. Frank and Carol set out two
anchors and moved after dark to reset as the tide fell. They were concerned they would be grounded
for a while if they didn’t move. It was not a great night for sleeping.
We did enjoy
the run to Moraine Cay as we were able to sail much of the day. The sun was warm and bright. We also got in
some fishing. Carla helped Dwayne get
line on a spinning rod and she selected a good spoon for trolling. Dwayne was
below and Frank was calling on the radio when the reel began to sing as line
rapidly played out. Carla yelled for Dwayne and ignored Frank. Dwayne grabbed
the rod and began reeling in the fish. It was all he could do to keep a good
grip on the rod and not lose it as well as the fish. Carla saw the fish jump twice and it was a
big one. Dwayne was struggling to keep tension on the line and concerned the
rod might break as it was really bent over.
Suddenly, the rod whipped back as the line broke. A shark ended the
fight with one big gulp. The trashing
fish must have caught his attention and its size must have suited his
appetite. It was exciting while it
lasted.
Later, we
got another hit. This time, the fish wasn’t as big as the first one and we
didn’t have to struggle as much but it still gave us a good fight. Carla
stretched out and netted us a nice mackerel.
We were both excited about landing our first fish in the Bahamas. We hope to catch many more.
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