Out with a great bunch of guys looking for the “meat”. Pointed the Bertram toward some deep gear that I thought might be holding some of those super pretty fish. Our first pass told us all we needed to know, every rod get nailed. Dave pulled in the trolling gear and hands out the spinners to this experienced crew. The next few hour are hours are a blur of flying mahi, bait and blood. Sometime around 10:00 we hit the magic number (60) and the guys decide they have more than enough meat and tell me to head for the slip.