I was waiting to get back to Hawaii on the moon to catch a spearfish, so I decided to be sure I had a swordfish before I left. I was gearing up my 32-foot Intrepid, No Worries, with my friend, Conner McKee. The weather was perfect, and by 8:20 p.m., we're bit. I picked up the 50-wide and started to crank, coming tight for just a second, but the fish was swimming
to the surface. I'm cranking as hard as I can to get tight again, and just as it surfaces in the lights, the 200-pounder immediately takes off toward the bottom. I had more drag than I should have, which eventually broke the harness, forcing me to back off the drag so I didn't get pulled over. Thinking I might have to surrender, the fish slowed down enough to turn its head. Now just one chucker to go.