We ride east in a black Mitsubishi SUV. This part of Grand Bahama Island is desolate. The sun cuts through low-lying conifers, scrub brush, and burnt forest. Oil-depot casks, rusting and caked in beige paint, are one of the few intrusions among the sparse growth. A few gravel driveways leading to bonefishing camps diverge from the southern road, down to the
By
Mike Smith
<p> There’s fuel and food at the Flying Fish Marina on the west side of Long Island.</p>
There’s fuel and food at the Flying Fish Marina on the west side of Long Island.
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Miami Herald reporter Sue Cocking preps for bonefishing in the shallows.