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The Gulf of Oman’s craggy coastline
Back at the hotel, they sampled even more of Oman’s aquatic species at the seafood dinner, a spread filled with steamed trevally fillets, grilled Omani lobster, kingfish in parsley butter, an Omani tuna soup called paplu, and local prawns as big as bananas. “We’re going to the islands,” Gerrard announced as Hussein took the wheel and motored out of the harbor. After two days of bad weather, the storm had passed. The sky was clear. The sun was out. And the Gulf looked like a big glass of blue water. A perfect day for the 55-nautical-mile run northwest to the Dimaniyat Islands, a isolated tropical site known for its natural abundance above and below water. Gerrard insisted the mahimahi fishing there was world-class. “We’re going to fish a buoy,” Gerrard said. “Why?” asked Andersen. “Because bait aggregates under them,” Brothers explained. “They’re shelter from the cold, cruel world. In Florida, we used to fish under what we called square groupers—big bales of pot wrapped in plastic that dealers jettisoned when fed boats were coming.” “Well, if the fishing was bad, at least you could have some other fun,” Gerrard said. The boat passed a sea turtle waving a flipper, then big schools of sardines. “Look!” cried Andersen. “Nervous water!” Indeed, the surface of the sea around the buoy was jittery with bait. If you looked closely, you could see the chrome-yellow blurs of mahi-mahi knifing through the blue in a wild feeding frenzy. |
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