Except this big 'ol barracuda. We don't eat barracuda because of the insanely high levels of mercury typically found in these hunting masters.
But sometimes Jerry will shoot one anyway. Especially when a five foot long cuda keeps swimming around the children. Then it has to go.
But only after it escaped a few times and had to be shot again, and again, was it manhandled into the boat
When we got to town, we gave it to some local friends. They ate well that night.
Jerry shot this one first, then had a backup spear from another fishing friend. That's typical with spearfishing; whoever shoots the fish first, and they take turns, gets to keep the fish. Any subsequent shots taken by others are to help with the final take down. It's OK. Hunting is fun even if someone else shot it first.
We got about 11 pounds of meat from this fish. Yum.
What's most impressive about this fish is that Paige was in probably 15-20' of water when she shot it. And with a pole spear, you have to be a few feet away from the fish, not yards off like with a sling. She's a pretty good darn swimmer.
Confused by all of this spear talk? I'll post about that more later. I'm sure you're very excited.
Hitting a big fish is one thing, taking insane strength to shoot the spear fast enough to penetrate the scales from farther away, especially at a moving target. But Josh shot this tiny fish from a few yards away. AND HIT IT. I can't even catch one with a net.
No wonder he was boy junior archery champ for the entire camp two years ago. You would be too if you could hit the bulls eye over and over and over.
But yet somehow miss the toilet.
This isn't a lionfish in the picture of course. This is a mackerel that was caught on a fishing pole while trolling for fish near Cape Eleuthera. I get credited the catch as I reeled it in. Big whoop. But it did taste very yummy! (We don't eat these often, again for the high mercury content.)
This last photo is cool. While getting ready to fillet a grouper, the kids discovered a squirrelfish halfway down the throat of a grouper. Jerry shot the grouper while the poor thing was trying to have his breakfast, minding his own business.
All of the ocean better beware, The Man with Spear!!