After three failed attempts to keep the marlin on the leader, we had it boatside. My mate’s hands were getting crushed and he wanted to let go, but I demanded he hold on to the fish as I jumped for the flying gaff. Just as soon as my gaff was in, Cosme set the second one. Once secured, we jumped up and down like little kids, hugging each other, not realizing this was quite possibly my fourth 1,000-pounder.
With a 77-inch girth and a short length of 146 inches, the marlin weighed 1,037 pounds and was given to the church to feed local families in need.