After college I went to visit my sister in Ft Lauderdale and when I got bored I hit the docks and got 2 jobs on 2 deferent deliveries. The first one on the Concere a 52 foot raising boat damn near killed me outside haterus on the way to NY, very, very bad when your on deck hauling in a storm jib at 2 am, when the waves are much higher than your boat is long.
Call me stupid, but I flew right back down with the little money that job paid to start the next one, on a beautiful Crocker 42 foot catch built in Maine. This trip was to San Fran, through the canal, but I never made it, another story, But this is about fish and as a fish head I ask what they are biting, even though we got squat on the boat for gear. So in Panama City, someone coming east says red and white ripped up tie shirts on a 7/0 hook trolled works well. So the captain has the wheel, we are out in the Pacific and I've got his piss ass little boat rod, with some small Penn conventional, with maybe 200 yards of probably 20 lb mono. So I'm dragging guess what, red/white homemade trolling rig and damn dolphin are following it but nothing taking. Nothing, then what to I see but a big ass bill come out of the water and suddeningly the skin is burning off my damn thumb as I tried to put some pressure on this fish. Never got a hook set well, but I've never see line go off a reel like that since. Wouldn't you know that was the only mono on board
, except for a small hand line. That would be the dolphin I should have landed story if the idiot captain new how to net a fish.