Went on a friend’s (Stan) boat with my two boys, Paul, Tuck and Will. Missed several sails, but landed one, rubber hooks on the larger dolphin, but landed one…loaded up with a few peanuts and then one thunderous wahoo knock down on the way back…I ran for the hill to avoid the rod…69 pounds after loosing what looked like a couple gallons of blood…Nicknamed him Osama Bin Wahoo…Would not fit in the fish box.
reelly…
