RHAPSODY, SORROW, AND A SAILFISH
RHAPSODY, SORROW, AND A SAILFISH It was a sad conclusion to a day of trolling off of Soldier Key, about 20 miles out of our launch at Black Point Marina south of Miami. The sail hit the lure then disappeared, not taking the bait. I told my pal Gen Brookins to back the big engine on the Carol Ann to idle and allow the big plastic skirt of the jig to drift and sink. The hook up came very quickly, the rod holding up to my repeated hook sets. What a fight the old girl put up, leaping time and again until she was alongside of the boat. I was shocked to see the long line protruding from her mouth along with the lure. She was the biggest by far of any sail in my ten years in South Florida. She had beat the long liner's effort, but that meant that now she had a huge stainless hook in her belly. It would not rust out. What constant agony she must have suffered. Feeding was almost impossible and explained the missed initial strike. Glen and I knew we had to break our code of catch...