Sailfish: Bending Rods and Spitting Saltwater

“I could see the excitement in the fish’s half-dollar-sized eyes as it finally rose, rolled and centered its mouth on a pigeon-sized fly I’d cast. It was the most exciting thing I’ve seen in 45 years of fishing. The nearly hour-long fight on a fly rod that followed was certainly the most exhausting.” A tussle with a Panamanian sailfish causes a writer to pop a cold one at 9AM.

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