“Bogey incoming, 125 feet down,” sounded like a dogfight straight out of Top Gun. But then, the fish came flying up from the depths and inhaled one of our ballyhoos. I strapped myself into the harness and began the fight, praying he would stay pinned.
The importance of billfish and what they mean to the oceans has always fascinated me, even as a young kid. Their strength, resilience, and prowess among other gamefish lured me into an obsession, just as it had with all others who love to fish. Even if someone had no way of catching one, the marlin was almost always seen as a pinnacle goal, and worthy of protection.
LANDLOCKED, NOT LOCKED OUT
Even though I’ve lived my entire life far from the ocean in Atlanta, I have been exposed to lots of fishing in many parts of when I caught a billfish grand slam in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.