There’s about a month to go before the Club reopens for its sixth season, so it’s time to start planning a trip.
We have spent the summer getting everything shipshape, recruiting an exciting new chef, avoiding hurricanes, fishing very successfully off the Club beach (there’s no stopping Max) and replenishing stocks of flies, wine and suntan lotion – OK, bug repellent too.
Very soon it’ll be showtime.
Whether you’re a fisher, a foodie, a lounger, a birder, a snorkeler or a golfer or a there’s no better place to do it.
Do get in touch to explore available dates.
We are looking for an ambitious young chef to take overall control of the Club’s kitchen and to produce dazzling food from mid-October to June. It’s a dream job for someone looking to step up and take total responsibility for a small but highly-rated operation, while leaving the summer free for other work or leisure. However, it’s a challenging job and hard work.
Here are the details – just copy and paste this string into your browser if it doesn’t open automatically when you click it:
If you know anyone who you think would be good, please contact us on firstname.lastname@example.org. We promise instant canonisation and large liquid reward for anyone who connects us with the perfect candidate…
July 6th: Time flies. Our fifth season has now ended and we’re hard at work crunching all the numbers. It’s been our best ever year, with more than 3,000 bonefish and loads of other species caught over some 400 boat days.
In all, we welcomed nearly 400 people to the Club, the majority of whom were returning for repeat visits. But new blood from Australia, Brazil, South Africa and beyond spiced up the mix. A further 500-plus dinner guests added to the general cosmopolitan ambiance and kept us from droning on too much about fishing.
The weather was generally benign, with a notably pleasant winter. June did see a large number of heavy thunderstorms, culminating in the formation close by of Hurricane Arthur, although thankfully it headed away to the north.
Although we will never get rich from it, running the Club is a delicious way to make a living. The constantly changing cast of characters from around the world, combined with a terrific team of guides and loyal household staff and a gloriously unspoilt environment, make for a happy medley of thrills, laughter and tranquillity.
Having introduced several hundred neophytes, many from Europe and beyond, to the delights of saltwater flyfishing provides a deep satisfaction, matched only by the joy of seeing an equal number of more experienced bonefishers from North America realize that there can be more to a fishing lodge than beer, bones and bed.
Our sadness at losing Sandy in April after his extended five-year stint as manager was greatly mitigated by the massive enthusiasm of his young successor, Max Woolnough (pronounced Wool-Know) from England. Those who enjoy Twitter (as we now do) can follow his hyperactive, often nocturnal, piscatorial exploits in pictorial form, and much more besides, over coming months. Despite the big demands of the job, we think Max will prove to be a wonderful choice, even though he does support Blackburn Rovers.
Reservations for the coming season are in full flow. We reopen in October. Meanwhile, it’s back to the bean counting and keeping the bank and hurricanes at bay….
We have decided we like Twitter. It’s an easy way to digest a precis of news. And it’s just as easy to push out brief snippets of fishy news, or pretty pictures, or other amusements.
So, rather belatedly, we’ve been busy tweeting. We hope you will follow us @DelphiClubAbaco, if only just to see how we spend our time when things aren’t so busy.
You don’t have to “like” anything. Nor do you need to respond or post any of the frequently inane comments that appear on Facebook (God, please abolish the word “awesome”).
In fact, you don’t have to DO anything except sign up, for free, and decide who you want to follow…. whether Piers Morgan or the NRA, or both; whether the BBC or the National Enquirer; whether Arsenal Football Club or the Green Bay Packers; the options are infinite – and entirely chosen by you..
Klaus & Christina Vander from Austria are enjoying a cool drink on the Club’s verandah after a good day’s fishing in the Marls. Below them the ocean gently laps the beach, birds sing in the coppice and the sun shimmers out to sea. An idyllic end to a successful day.
Christina spots two huge fish cruising just 20 feet from the shore. Klaus lunges for the Swarovski binoculars, scans the water, shouts “Tarpon!”, races downstairs to the rod rack, grabs his new Loop fly rod rigged for shark fishing, tears off down the 69 steps to the beach, races left for 50 yards, looks back up to see Christina pointing, spots the fish, casts perfectly and hooks the bigger of the fish at the very first attempt. All in less than 90 seconds.
With a mighty roll the fish heads for Africa. Klaus sets the hook. Bang. The Loop shatters into four pieces. Klaus is left with just the butt, trying to play what is probably the biggest fish ever hooked on the Club beach on a fly rod. An unequal contest ends badly, with groans from the spectators on the verandah. Klaus slowly returns, smiling gently. Time to finish that beer…
Sh–, as they say in these parts, happens.