Conventional Fishing

The sport fishers look like cars on an assembly line. As I walk down the dock, mates are hustling to rig baits and get ice. The unmistakable smell and low rumble of the diesel engines firing up brings back memories of long runs and rough seas. Passing the reef line, then miles and miles later, we come off plane. Baits are in and we wait. Hours go by with nothing but that low diesel rumble. “LEFT TEASER! LEFT TEASER”, the captain yells! Everyone is up and at full attention. The mate grabs the pitch bait and drops it off the transom. The rigged mackerel draws the blue marlin off of the teaser and she hammers it off of the surface. Pec fins out all in her most vibrant blue colors, the marlin comes tight and greyhounds away.