A good name for this island would be “grumpy old hag island.” Briefly swung by here today. Was very eagerly greeted (snobbed at) by an old lady that had fried herself so much in the sun that her gluteal surface had more folds in it than a J.K. Rowling novel. She exclaimed it was a private island and I needed to immediately retreat to the water and leave “her island.” Several things wrong with this: first and foremost if you own property on the island but don’t own the island, then it is not YOUR ISLAND. Next, I was not 10 feet past the high water marker (consciously made sure of this, due to the abundance of old hags tanning their cow hides in the water) when this old dried leathery simple lady approached me. Please learn the rules madam if your going to be rude, crude, and unacceptable towards humanity; before your start spatting your weight towards people. So, to the old hags on this island, I bid you good day. Now, I did meet a very sweet doggo, whom was very accepting and loving. Her name was Luna; she and her owner deserve better company than these slugs that slither amongst this island. Overall rating = does...
   Read moreI use to go there in the 60's with my dive club out of Bill Jacksons at St Petersburg Fl. At the time there was nothing but an air strip. We would eat lobster ( langustas )and coconuts all weekend. I hope people still can enjoy the place. I still reflect on those days often. Them...
   Read moreWorst. Luxury. Island. Ever.
3,300 feet is too short for my larger plane.
The sugar sand on the beach is too soft.
There are not enough mosquitoes.
There’s nowhere good to see a sunset on this island.
The fishing is only world-class if you like tuna,...
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