
Myths have been made within the fabled corridors of Bimini Big Game Club by legendary storytellers since before Hemingway held court here. Today, Jimmy Kraken and his Bimini Crackers continue the tradition.

At the End of the World, all are barefoot. The sand floor is midday hot at midnight. Tropical air is thick and combustible from the airborne sweat & rum swung from the bodies of dancers. The mood is frantic, panicked and carnal with a backdrop of impending doom. It is a ramshackle bar atop of a rocky outcrop surrounded by a swelling ocean during the twilight of man’s dominion over the earth. The end is near and there is a growing concern I will not live to see the climax.