Every morning at Tropic Star Lodge in Panama, there are up to a dozen 31-foot Bertrams trolling around in a small area trying to catch bait. They only have two lines out and they keep them pretty short, but they cut each other off sometimes and nobody says anything. I join in with my 48-foot boat and try to stay out of their way, but I need bait too. I respect them: This is their livelihood and I am a guest in their waters. By simply being respectful and patient, I am able to catch my bait and easily live-bait around them without any problems. I have fished in Australia, Hawaii and many other countries; the captains there treated each other with respect—they always use the Rules of the Road in crossing situations when they aren’t actively engaged with a bite or other encounters with billfish.