Garron Williamson, Operations Manager and head guide at Grey's Point. He has an awesome pair of eyes.

I couldn't find anyone who knew why it was called Grey's Point. But Newton Williamson owns the Bonefish Inn. The property has been in his family for as long as he can remember. Newton and his youngest son, Garron, decided to start the inn about 4 years ago. Garron is head guide, organizes the other guides, and plans the daily itinerary. Shirley, Newton's lovely bride of only three weeks (she said the honeymoon was still going on) runs the house and is a magnificent cook. She likes to serve traditional Bahamian fare and makes a delicious shredded crayfish with dirty rice and pidgeon peas. She's never in a bad mood and was extremely helpful trying to get my wayward bag delivered. The lodge sits on a low hill overlooking expansive, hard sand flats. Bahamas Air flies into Spring Point on Acklins on Saturdays and Tuesdays. There's also a flight to neighboring Crooked Island on Wednesday and a ferry that runs twice daily between Crooked and Acklins. Bahamas Air isn't known for it's timeliness so leave yourself a couple hours to make connections in Nassau and expect the worst. Of course, if they couldn't get to Acklins on Tuesday you'd just have to stay over until the following Saturday, darn.

Garron and his cadre of guides, Terrence, Elvis, and Fidel all have great eyes and are good boat handlers. They all worked hard to find fish in all tides. They run a friendly competition between themselves each day and strive for at least 10 fish a day. Terrence and I had a very windy, overcast day and still managed to boat 7 fish and lose several others in the mangroves. I fished with Garron on my last day, never left sight of the lodge, and lost count of the number of bones we fooled. One of the other clients there had a Boga grip and argued every night that no one can accurately weigh bonefish by hand. I don't cotton to hanging fish up by their lower jaw just to see how much they weigh. If you want to weigh your fish bring a net. We didn't have a net or a Boga grip but one fish I caught with Garron came very close to double digits - we guessed 8 pounds. One fish we found feeding in ankle deep water had to be a good 24 inches between his tail and dorsal fin. It took Garron and I fifteen minutes to literally tip toe into a decent casting position to that fish. It was the kind of fish that makes everyone whisper. And wouldn't you know it, as soon as I made the cast a smaller bone that we hadn't seen raced in for the fly and the monster fled leaving a sandy trail across the flat. Garron and I could only look at each other and say "Whooo!"