That shot of the of the blue circling around the line and biting him off reminds me of my first night blue trip (on the J, of course
). The guy next to me hooks up, and then like a minute later I do. We're fighting at the same time, and I go to him "we better not let these guys cross." They get to the boat, chris gaffs the blue, and then he goes to take the hooks out and pulls one out of the mouth and goes to put the blue in my bag and then discoveres it's still hooked. The fish was the other guys- he had gut hooked it, and then the fish ate my chunk while he was already hooked. I let the other guy keep it because it was his first.
