… Tuna Fish. ten miles northeast of Chatham at Crab Ledge on a trolled Green Machine. There I was, stuffing my face with potato chips and watching the lines and squid bars bouncing in the wake of the Laura J (aka, “The Tractor of the Sea”) when one of the lines popped out of the outrigger clips. “Hmmm,” I thought. “I should fix that.” I stood up, tried to horse the fluorescent yellow monofilament back into the clip when I realized there might be something on the other end of the line.
There was. A nice football-sized bluefin tuna which awaits me in the shop refrigerator.