We climbed down the steep embankment with the rods and some frozen shrimp to use for bait. It was low tide, and we immediately saw a big crop of the little whelks that Grant had described to us yesterday. They are essentially sea snails, ranging in size from walnut-sized to golf ball-sized, and clinging to the rocks around the water line. We had seen people collecting these to sell to the restaurants. In fact, there was a teenage boy who road his bicycle down to the shore every other day during low tide to collect them in a plastic gallon milk jug with a hole cut in it, while singing to himself in a loud voice. These discarded milk jugs were all over the place, so Kathy found one and started plucking the little snails from the rocks and putting them in the jug. I was going after bigger fish, though.

We made our way to the end of the point and waded about ten feet out to a big rock sticking above the water. Kathy and I both sat on the rock and I baited her hook and cast her rod out past the reef so she would have something to do while I caught dinner. After baiting my own hook and making my first cast, something jammed in the old reel and my line crossed hers. She started reeling her line back in and I snapped, "Just stay where you are! I'll get the lines untangled."

Kathy replied in a small voice, "But I have a fish." And sure enough, she had caught the first fish of the day. She tried to hand the rod to me, saying, "What if it's a stingray?" But it turned out to be a nice green and blue-striped Sea Bream. She found another discarded milk jug and we put the fish in it for safe keeping until dinner.

We sat on the rock and continued fishing. At first we wondered how we would be able to get all the fish we'd catch back up the hill. As the hours wore on, however, the worry shifted to, how are we going to be able to make a meal out of just one little fish? Late in the afternoon, well after the sun had gone behind Gorda Peak, I cleaned Kathy's fish while she continued fishing from another rock. Her second catch was a really ugly puffer fish with sharp spines all over its body. I cut the line and headed back up the hill to the Pink House.

We grilled the fish with Caribbean seasonings and olive oil and ate it with hushpuppies and potato salad. The fish was okay. It happens that a Sea Bream is prettier than its fresh water cousin, but somewhat less tasty. Still, we toasted with white wine, "To catching what we eat and eating what we catch!"