Fish-on, Fish-on, Fish-on was the call to the captain as we slowed the boat and dropped our sails. With mostly barracuda harassing our hooks this was a different kind of pull. Diving deep the shimmer of silver was breath taking. It looks massive until the line went limp and the struggling victim obediently made its way to the surface.
With little life or fight left it was obvious someone had interfered in the fight.
At least our foe had left us some of the spoil.
