Guiding Randy and Sebastian, is always fun for me, now, just like it has been over the years.
The team and I, went offshore and caught a cobia, mutton and lane snappers, blue runners and some mackerel. Then we headed out in the deep sea for some "monster fish" fishing. We never got a bite for 10-minutes, so Randy asked me "Whats up? Are we in the right area?" Randy is really very patient. He needs patience to survive his profession. I just said "Oh yeah" and hoped the fish would cooperate.
Not much time passed, and like in the movie Jaws the rod twitched, Randy slowly picked it up, and checked the drag setting and held on tight. The rod is a big rod, like the ones used for giant tuna fishing.
The line started moving out, and Randy set the hook. Usually when monster fishing I suggest a harness/belt, and a rope tied to the angler. No way for Randy. He is a purist, no attachments.
Anyway the fight was on, the big fish pulled out an estimated 200-foot of line with the drag set very tight, and the fish straightened a double-strength big hook.
Strike one, miss. We baited again and waited. This time we had a triple-strength hook attached to the leader. Soon the rod twitched. Randy set the hook and the fight was on. This fish pulled out more line than the first fish, and then he was gone.
Cutting the stout leader. Strike two, miss. We again put on another new rig, baited up, and waited. Again the rod twitched a little, Randy set the hook and again the fight was on. This time the fish was a different fighter. It was really really big. It took all the line off the reel as if we hooked a bus passing by traveling at 30-mph. I cut the line with a knife a second before we got spooled.
I believe the last fish we hooked was a big tiger shark, or even a great white shark. One was seen off the coast of north FL that had an electronic tag on it. Some think he was heading south for the winter. Strike three, miss. Three monster hits, no home runs, but it was an exciting testosterone blast.