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Master of fish feed ceremonies, the guy in the white shirt holding the bait, knew how to gather and work a crowd. He told us the tarpon about to be fed could reach up to 10 feet! |
Saba
Rock Resort is a pint-sized rock of an island alongside Virgin Gorda that packs
in plenty.
Saba
Rocks’ mooring balls include a fill-up of up to 250 gallons of fresh water,
prompting a rare voluntary choice to pay $30 for a mooring ball, rather than
anchoring for free. Fresh water is expensive in the Virgin Islands. I wish their tiny water-filling dock took
a cue from their generous dinghy dock; we did not sidle in smoothly when we
came to fill up our water tanks. Ooops!
They
know their audience; Saba Rocks offers a cruisers special on their room rates,
touting their king-sized beds and hot showers. In a future post I’ll write about the joys of sleeping in a
v-berth, and I am being sarcastic about “the joys”!
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Dad and son check out the hungry tarpon; the one circling at Saba Rock were 3-5’ long, weighing in at 40-60 pounds. |
Saba
Rocks evening fish feeding coincides nicely with $3 Painkillers (more on
Painkillers in a future post) for Happy Hour, providing the perfect tourist
attraction. It worked for us and
we were not alone.
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Toes tease tarpon with fish food. Gutsy gal! |
The
ringleader for the fish feed was a master showman, cajoling volunteers to feed
the fish, while at the same time teasing that lawyers held little sway in the
BVI, should accidents happen. The
fish were tarpon, though he claimed the ocaisonal toothy barracuda might join
the feeding frenzy. To me, tarpon
moved like big, fat, lazy house cats.
Like housecats, they could transform in the blink of an eye, leaping
like greased lightingning for the right, tasty morsel. The raced, bumped, thrashed and lept
with alacrity.
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