Around 11:30 a.m. that same Doorknob enticed a 150-pound blue marlin to take a bite, and the first marlin of the trip skyrocketed into the air and then started turning circles on top of the water. It eventually came tight and proceeded to kick my butt! We dumped half the spool as the big Hatteras tried to turn around and give chase on one engine, but it was little help. The fish kept taking line, and eventually I had to crank it all back in — in low gear, no less. Needless to say, I was worn out when the tired little blue finally came to the boat. Not the most photogenic capture ever, but a blue marlin is a blue marlin!