Wahoo

Last morning dawned crisp and salty on the open sea, the kind of dawn that whispers promises of adventure. Kirk and his daughter, joined us for their first wahoo chase.

We trolled live baits through turquoise depths, the ocean alive with promise. Then—bam! The reel screamed as a wahoo struck, its silver-blue torpedo body slashing the surface in acrobatic fury. She reeled like a woman possessed, sweat beading, while Kirk cheered, "Pull, pull!" Twenty heart-pounding minutes later, we boated this nice specimen, jaws like serrated scissors, stripes gleaming like fresh lightning.