The next day, I’m fishing from a 20-foot skiff with Capt. Cameron Whitaker, Rom’s brother, 4 miles behind Hatteras Inlet. He drops the anchor on a shallow flat and launches chunks of mullet in every direction. As the sun goes down, the first rod goes off, and a redfish surges toward the horizon. Before I can pull the rod from the holder, three other rods bend and line screams from the reels.