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WAS NO TRIVIAL PURSUIT
(continued) I sat down in the fighting chair and jammed the butt of the rod into its holder as the powerful fish made its first long run, peeling off more than a hundred yards of line. All I could do was hang on. Anything else would be futile and might cause a break-off. When the run stopped, the big fish exploded from the water for a head-banging tail-dance that made my heart pound. It was a striped marlin, and seeing it jump was an indescribable thrill. When the first round of vaults, twists and splashdowns tapered off, I started to pump the rod up and crank it down to gain a little line. It was grueling work, and then the marlin would make a mighty surge and I'd loose more line than I'd gained. As the fight wore on, it became a physical battle against the fishs extraordinary power, speed and endurance, as well as a contest of wills. It took all the strength and determination I could muster, and I began to understand the mystique of this fish. Clearly, the marlin has more airborne acrobatics than the dorado and more stubborn subsurface power than the tuna. Suddenly the crew started yelling in Spanish again. They saw a second marlin, cast to it and hooked it. Now we had two big marlins battling behind the boat I cant say how long it took, but I finally got my marlin to boatside. Its iridescent blues, purples and silvers were stunningly beautiful in the water. We took some quick pictures and released it. Meanwhile, while Wroblewski fought his fish, the crew spotted and hooked a third marlin. I thought I was done, but the chaos continued. I sat back down in the chair and the fight was on once again. The experience was beyond thrilling. It was awesome, almost unreal.-- more>>> |
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