Suddenly, Captain Luis threw the throttle back and we nearly stopped cold. That can mean there’s a marlin on the surface and we were excitedly scanning the sea when he was shouting “Tortuga, Tortuga” and pointing portside. Holy massive Leatherback Turtle!
While there were stripers, sailfish, and smaller blues released, teams struggled to find a winning fish that would meet the 300-pound minimum. Each day there were reports of hooking and ultimately losing fish that would have exceeded 300 pounds.
They watched in awe as a huge blue marlin frantically tried to shake loose their heavy black and red, foot-long marlin lure from where the hook was implanted firmly in the corner of the giant’s jaw as it tail-walked its way toward the horizon.