No, even we were not immune to the charms of the infamous swimming pigs. After renting a Boston Whaler from our resort, Big Majors Spot was one of our first stops. The beach is at least a nice one, with a great view of all the cruising boats anchored in front. And there’s a certain giggle factor to seeing a dozen grunting denizens of the barnyard in such paradisiacal surroundings, especially when they trot into the surf at the first sound of your engine and gamely paddle toward you. Careful, though—these piscine porkers are looking for handouts, and once you’ve doled out your scraps, they’ll gladly take your lunch too, climbing into your dinghy to get it if need be. Alas, last year a number of the older sows suddenly died off under mysterious circumstances, but by that point, they were way too big of a tourist attraction to be relegated to Staniel Cay’s past; a whole new generation of piglets were imported, tagged, and apparently given swimming lessons.