We headed out around 10ish to a couple of south reef spots that Freddie had taken us to many times in the past. Let me just say this about that…WE MISS FREDDIE ROLLE! We tried contacting him via cell before we made the crossing but his phone had been disconnected. Once we were here in Bimini we asked around and found that he and his brother, Mud Rolle, had moved to Andros. More on that in a minute…
Once we found the first spot we anchored up and caught a couple of strawberry groupers and a triple tail. We then moved on to another reef spot even further south. There were yellowtail galore there and we put a few in the box. Again, WE MISS FREDDIE ROLLE! CTM took over Freddie’s role (π) of rigging, baiting, and taking the fish off of my line. So…. we pretty much had only one line in the water most of the time. When Freddie was with us he took care of both of us so we typically caught twice as many fish. Once we had enough for dinner we decided to make an early day of it and troll back in. CTM put out a couple of lines…one being a deep running ballyhoo that Freddie actually rigged the last time we were here 3 years ago π³. It had been in our freezer in Islamorada for the last 3 years so when we decided to make the crossing we dragged it out and dragged it over with us. We had settled in with a cold one and some tunes on our kick a—- stereo in the Feeding Frenzy IV figuring it would be like our other trolling days…NO FISH. WRONG! About 5 minutes into the troll…BAM! FISH ON! CTM was frazzled by the time he got the fish in, gaffed it, and lifted it over the side. And I was frazzled from being the cheerleader π¬ First REAL blood on the Feeding Frenzy IV!!! Nice Wahoo, CTM!!
Dinner and fish for our friends…
Now back to Freddie. We ran into Freddie’s son, Big Fred. Usually when there is a Fred, Sr. and Fred, Jr. then Fred, Jr. is Little Fred. But, if you ever met Big Fred you would understand why they call him Big Fred…he has eaten a LOT of Bimini bread. (You will probably need to call me Big CJM after all of the Bimini bread I have eaten.) So we asked Big Fred for Freddie’s phone number. He said he didn’t have it as Freddie didn’t know what it was but that he and his brother, Mud, were always together. He called Mud and sure enough Mud handed his phone over to Freddie and CTM got to say hello to him and tell him how much we miss him. It was wonderful connecting with him and I know we will see him again some day. We kinda sorta have a new Freddie now. His name is Willie. He doesn’t go fishing with us but he meets us when we come in, cleans the fish, and cleans the boat. The last time we were here in 2019 CTM agreed to give up cleaning the Feeding Frenzy III and have Willie do it. CTM never thought anyone could do it like he could or thought it should be done. But, Willie proved him wrong. He does a very thorough job…maybe even better than CTM (shhh…don’t tell him I said that π) We were happy when Willie showed up and took over as we were both frazzled…CTM from mating for me on the reef and landing the Wahoo and me from cheerleading and drinking beerπ€!
Once we found there was no fuel on the island we had to forgo fishing Monday and Tuesday to conserve fuel needed to get us back across the Gulf Stream. CTM and I are exhausted from trying to hang out and relax. We do NOT know how to do that but we are giving it our best shot. Our plan is to head out early tomorrow morning (can’t come soon enough) with fingers crossed and head straight across to Biscayne Bay for fuel. Stay tuned! π«£π€πΌπ
Catch you on the flip flop…
CJM