Last Friday there was a charity raffle which benefitted two local charities - the Local San Jose del Cabo Women's Shelter, and a young girl suffering from Leukemia. In order to help them raise funds I donated a day of fishing. The winner's of this trip were Antonio and Lucia Gomez from just outside Mexico City, neither had ever caught a fish before and both were stoked to go! Their target species was of course Marlin, so that's what we concentrated on. After a quick run to the Inner Gordo to catch some perfect size Bonito, we bridal rigged three with two running shallow off the out riggers, and one running 90-100 feet deep off the down rigger. We started a slow troll towards the Outer Gordo and were rewarded with a strike on the down rigger about half way between Inner and Outer. The fish stuck for a couple of minutes and then came free - upon examining the bait we found that the marlin only had it in it's mouth, it had not been swallowed. I'm surprised he stayed on as long as he did playing tug-o-war with us! On our second loop around the outer Gordo, we again had a strike on the down rigger, and this one stuck. With no surface action after 10-15 minutes we all assumed it was a shark and immediately relaxed to the point where my Mate threw out a live Cabbie. Another 15 minutes and still no sign of the shark, he was taking line and we were losing the battle with a Penn 70# on full drag paired with a Custom Whopper Stopper rod. About this time we got hooked up with a stripe on the live cabbie so with Antonio battling the "shark" on the stern, his wife Lucia fought the stripe from the bow. As I was filming her on the bow, I looked back to check on Antonio just in time to see a nice Black Marlin break the surface about 300 meters away! All of the sudden the temperament changed from playing with a shark and fighting a stripe to "Get that stripe in and released, and lets concentrate on the Black"! Just under two hours later with a few rod hand offs between the angler and my Mates, the fish was at the boat. Because it was their first fish ever, and because they would most likely never fish again the anglers chose to keep the fish but before everyone burns them for killing a marlin, I did tell them that they were well within their rights legally (and possibly morally) to keep the fish.