The sun had barely broken the horizon, and the mosquitoes were in full-forage mode as my friends and I made our way down the docks at the new Grove Harbour Marina. That historic old basin in Coconut Grove, south of Miami, that launched thousands of airborne adventures aboard Pan Am seaplanes served as our jumping-off point last summer for a long-range adventure to the outer reaches of the Bahamas. As a former Keys charter captain and lifelong angler, I've spent a lot of time offshore in small boats. So I jumped at the chance to run one of a pair of center consoles to the very far end of the Bahamas at Long Island. Nearly 450 miles and two days later, as we saw the white bluffs of Cape Santa Maria come into view - despite horrendous weather on the second day of travel - I knew I'd made the right call. With a little planning and an ...
