It had been a really good fishing trip for us in the Gulf, with two blue marlin weighing over 300 pounds already released. Standing on the flying bridge, I happened to look down and right behind the boat swam a mammoth sized marlin, speeding effortlessly along like a large submarine.
As soon as it hit the center rigger, I grabbed the rod and scrambled for the fighting chair, with line peeling off the reel at an alarming rate. As I settled in for the fight I knew two things for sure: it was a blue marlin and it was big- really big.