Gabor Horvat reports. This summer I had a chance to take some time off and relax in Cuba. As an avid fisherman, I took my fishing pole with me and a few lures (spinners, crankbaits), not knowing if on our vacation I would have an opportunity to fish or not. On one early morning I grabbed my fishing stuff and walked down the beach. I was wading in the water up to my hip and casting a 4- inch spoon out into the ocean. After exploring and fishing for 5 minutes, I suddenly had a fish on. Not knowing what kind of fish it was, I was backing out to the sand beach and after a few minutes I landed this trophy barracuda. Not many people were on the beach that early, so I needed to ask a couple to take a picture of my catch. At the same time a Cuban beach boy (he was cleaning the chairs on thebeach), was wandering what I caught.
When I showed him the fish I asked him if they eat barracuda? He said: â€œYes, very good eating fishâ€. He was very happy when I put the fish in his hands, telling him to enjoy it.
Two days later, with a big smile on his face, he was telling me that the next day his whole family enjoyed the fish.