Back at the dock, there was a swarm of people and a lot of commotion, the villages fisherman had returned from their day at sea with boats filled with flying fish, they were very strange to watch, they just leap out of the water and fly about a foot from the surface then disappear below, the fisherman had also caught some barracuda, none as big as the one that got away and lots of tuna, small and large tuna, being filleted or cut up into steaks. If I had caught both barracudas I could have either kept one for another time, or sold it to the locals for about $10-20 TT per lb, it probably weighed about 25-30lbs. So could have been quite a bit of profit. Brandon scaled and filleted the fish then we left, I though that it was a bit of a waste but never mind, I kept on dropping one of the fillets but it mattered not, all we had to do was simply wash it a bit. In all the madness I completely forgot to take a photograph of the fish I caught, let alone a photograph of me holding it, I don't know what I was thinking to miss a great photo opportunity like that, oh well, maybe next time. I will always have my memories of it, the day I caught a barracuda.
Brandon cooked the fish in the oven, with chopped onion and fresh thyme wrapped up in foil, it was amazing, so fresh and flavoursome, it reminded me of sea bass, looked very similar and had a similar sort of taste and texture. It was a good fish to eat apart from the body section had lots of bones, some small and some were huge hard things, the tail on the other hand had no bones in it at all and the flesh was beautifully tender. It was washed down with a few bottles of beer and half a bottle of rum punch.