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... We left the dock the next morning with a beautiful blue sky and a calm deep blue ocean. Two hours later we were twenty miles offshore and out of sight of Walkers Cay when the long right-rigger tag line's rubber band snapped with a loud pop. All we could see was a big white splash of water on the surface of the calm ocean. The 80-pound test line was screaming off the reel. Al ran to the rod, lifted it out of the rod holder and maneuvered himself into the fighting chair. He started winding. His winding was ineffective; line was still pouring off the reel. Then the fish jumped; it was a huge blue marlin. Vicente had promptly cleared the cockpit of the other rods and reels, and I started moving the Sly Fox backwards as fast as the boat would go. Al kept winding, gaining only a small amount of line. We could see that this marlin was a big one. He was jumping in and out of the ocean, one leap after another, a dozen times or more. Clouds of black smoke came from both engines, as we desperately tried not to get spooled. The marlin went underwater and out of sight for a few minutes giving us the opportunity to gain some line back on the reel. Then the marlin surfaced again and started frantically jumping and leaping in and out of the ocean another dozen times. I had never seen a blue marlin, large or small, jump that many times in such a short period.
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"I'd rather be fishin' blue marlin!"
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