Capt. John McMurray had his 33-foot Contender One More Cast in the perfect spot, and I did my best to keep cool, mouthing the words, “Take it slow, calm down man.” McMurray’s instructions prompted me into action. “Get that fly in front of the school,” he urged. So I flung a Surf Candy 10 yards ahead of the approaching turmoil and began to strip. “Strip man, faster,” McMurray barked. I did, and bang! The line suddenly came tight, the 10-weight rod bent down, and soon backing zipped off the reel, giving up the fish’s identity: a false albacore, 7 pounds of pure muscle, that we released to fight another day after a spirited 10-minute battle.