We continue to try every trick in the book, and then some: up-sea, down-sea, stretching the line out, getting right on top of the fish, tight forward turns to port and tight forward turns to starboard. Some work better than others, and some, to my dismay, flat out put us at a disadvantage. Thankfully, Mann keeps me well-hydrated with Gatorade and well-fed with Oreos and apples — quick bites to put something back in the tank. I even
consider having Jolly cut the legs off my jeans because I’m drenched in sweat, but I can only think of how I’d look wearing jorts in a photo for the magazine. Meanwhile, time is ticking by as I keep constant pressure on the fish in the fighting chair.
I know if I let up the pressure, even for a moment, the big bluefin would take advantage of it.