We walked about 500 metres in water that was getting gradually shallower, to just over ankle depth. He then stopped and pointed out the fishing hole. It amounted to an expanse of water perhaps a half of a mile in diameter with another small Cay at the far side. It was perhaps 2 inches deeper than the water we were standing in, which earned it the term 'hole'. He pointed out the extent of the hole by the slight difference in colour.
Flats are far from flat.
Their tails and dorsal fins in thin air, waving about like iridescent, sickle shaped flags in the sunlight. Then came what felt like an hour of patient stalking. Slowly, ever so slowly we inched forward, closer to the fish. All they way he was giving me information. I learned that the size of the tail doesn't necessarily relate to the size of the fish but the distance between the dorsal fin and the tail does.