Working our way north, up Sailfish Alley, we stopped and fished whenever we found bait on the fish finder. But it wasn't until we reached Stuart, Florida, that we found the hot sailfish bite. We first flew kites, with the kite rods on the flybridge. But the current ran so strong, we ended up joining the fleet in slow-trolling our live goggle-eyes and threadfin herring. Either way, the 65 proved steady as a rock, whether heading down, up or beam-to the seas. I can't imagine a boat being more comfortable sitting in a trough while live baiting.