On September 10, 1966, Bransford woke early to a nice, quiet morning — he knew Obach would already be on the boat, cleaning or sorting tackle. With still no charters around, the two headed to Jenny Louise Shoals on the outer edge, some 38 miles from port. Two large baits were put to work: a swimming mullet on the right outrigger and a skipping 15-pound bonito on the left.The hours slipped by without a strike, even though the sea was alive with flying fish and signs of recent kills leaving oily slicks on the calm, cobalt surface. When a big crashing bite finally came on the tuna bait, neither could believe what they saw, and it had both of them trembling with excitement: a gigantic marlin head with a body that looked as big as a whale shark. A five-hour battle ensued, and it took its toll on both the tackle and Obach’s back. When the wire trace finally broke, Obach fell off the fighting chair backward onto the deck, totally exhausted.