Around 5:30 this morning John went out trolling with Bo Bush. They didn’t catch anything. Well today Bev feels a little better but looks like a greased pig. She has baby oil gel all over my arms and legs with mosquito spray on top of that. We think we have spotted the wire fish basket. Bev put on her snorkel, mask, and fins and went to look for it. Found the fish basket about 20 feet away from the restaurant in 8 feet deep water. It had been munched on and mangled with only 2 small pieces of the parrot fish still inside – into the trash can it goes. Later, while fishing we saw another 6 foot nurse shark suddenly appear from under the pier. What an amazing sight. One of Bo’s and Marta’s daughters, Brenda – 12, and a granddaughter, Michelle – 7, and Marta’s mom (who we just called Grandma) came for the weekend. [Bev’s account of the evening – That night John needed fish bait, so I asked Brenda if she knew how to catch crabs. She said yes, so off we went with our flashlights down to the beach. It was Grandma, Michelle, Brenda, and I (John new better than go). We caught a few small ones then Grandma started out on a path towards the jungle. Mind you it is pitch dark and I am wearing shorts and flip flops. We found some big crabs out there. We would whack them with our stick and then put them in a bucket. They were everywhere. On our way back, on the trail towards the beach, we were shining our flashlights and hitting the crabs out of the trees. These huge crabs were climbing up the trunks of the trees. We had a great time screaming and laughing. They taught me well. When we got back to the dock – John was reeling in a small stingray about 2 feet wide. Grandma gave me her machete to cut off the stingray’s barb. We threw him back in to the ocean. Grandma cleaned the crabs on the dock and said we were going to have soup in the morning. John took a few crabs to use as bait. “Oh what a night, late July back in 2014”.]