Catching a big marlin or that ever-mysterious grander is like winning the lottery. And in reality these days, we all want to release most all of the billfish we catch and kill only the ones that have a good chance of producing a big check at a tournament or breaking a world record. The guys I talk to in my tournaments are really great with their fish: If one dies, they fillet it and bring it back to smoke the meat, and they take a lot of pride in making it the best food you have ever tasted. It’s not like the old days when the fish were wasted and hung up on the scale overnight, or went to that famous “orphanage” that some tournament directors told us the meat went to. I always wanted to go visit this mythical orphanage, but nobody seemed to know where it was located.