Chapter Thirteen Saturday, April 18th, Three a.m. I rose to try for them. Four a.m. Nothing going on, so I go for coffee. My own instant. Five a.m. Almost nothing going on. A couple of jig fish were caught, including Old Dog with his old PL-68. Mr. Hot Stick. Five thirty a.m. I say eff this and hit the shower. The bite started as soon as I left the deck. When I came back up around six forty, the lads had made a nice snap for a dozen or so. We were still freezing everything though, and I don't really feel too bad about missing that bite. I got in line for some chilaquilles. Anglers number four and five were up on the kite. I'll get another chance soon, I thought to myself. Eleven a.m. I caught some more maho (magic) this morning. I was on the kite for about an hour, using my own rig, the new Seeker 4X and a Penn 50TS. Tommie was upstairs, guiding me again. I used the plate and harness again. I started in the starboard corner. When it was time to go to the port side, that rod and I danced across the stern like Fred & Ginger. I put my ass on the stern rail, the rod was on the port rail, with my right leg draped over the butt end. I was turning the handle like winding a clock. I went to the teeter-totter and put my two hundred pounds on the butt. That rod cork screwed my opponent to the boat. When I stood up, the end of the rod moved about two feet away from the hull. No chance the line could rub on the hull. No need for the V fork. Another ninety kilo victim. The first fish on the new rod. The Kid took some photos for the internet. When it was all done, The Skipper tells me that it was "an impressive display of fish fighting ability". I wasn't sure if he meant me or the rod. I pretended it was me. I thanked everyone and anyone around me for not pulling on their lines when they were wrapped around mine. I cut the leader off, put it in a ziplock bag, and saved it for my souvenir box. I hit the showers, had lunch and a cocktail, and was ready for a nap. Four thirty p.m. I rose and went on deck to see absolutely nothing going on. The Kid came up shortly afterwards, we were shooting the breeze with some other passengers when the bite started. In no time, the rail was full. The Kid waited for his upcoming kite turn. Seven p.m. I spent the afternoon b.s.ing everyone, and everyone b.s.ing me back. I even fished a bit, and caught a small one I threw in the chum bucket. We had a nice little snap on hundred pounders as the sun set. Or the earth rotated, take your pick. Boss Jack got a better one after a long wait on the kite. Nine p.m. After a false start at one table, I moved to another where The Man with No Name, and Richard Tank were already sitting. Boss Jack and the the G-man joined us. We enjoyed some more of Jack's tales, and G-man told us about fishing the Revillas, back in the day. Seared Ahi for dinner, oishi (tastes good) for sure. Nine thirty p.m. The Kid and I shared a nightcap on the Lido deck. What a day it was.