Atlantic Sailfish on Fly
It’s late morning offshore of Contoy Island. The radio chatter is desultory, not much happening anywhere. With a high sun and a down sea troll it’s a perfect condition for sighting only there’s nothing to see, .idle thoughts but watchful eyes. The drone of the engines.. Wait! “There he is, lazy fish on the left rigger,” curious enough to follow but little else. We are pulling a spread of hookless ballyhoo teasers, hoping for a shot with the fly rod but this sailfish hardly acts like a “player”. Undaunted, the crew in the cockpit jumps to life. (more…)