On the first day of the Sailfish 400, it was almost noon and we hadn’t seen a sailfish. At 11:52 a.m., we released the first one. With that fish under our belt, we were able to start shaking off the nerves. Forty minutes later, we released another single. After an hour of nothing, we hooked a triple. The kids were shuffling around, and everyone was wound up tighter than a rubber band. Then, all of a sudden, it happened. One of the kids was fighting his fish, just chattering away, when one of my mates looked at him and said, “Hey, just stop talking and fight your fish.” It was like for a split second he forgot we were tournament fishing.