|TILL NEXT TIME: Lear's sword is readied for release. Photo: Dave Lear|
As my guides quickly cleared the other rods they reminded me of a sword's tendency to run under the boat. I kept the line tight and maintained a steady, pumping rhythm on the rod. My sword fought by the book-blasting off on powerful runs, dogging down deep, and generally wearing me down. But slowly, the line respooled on the reel, the feisty sword came alongside, and its gallant struggle was over. At roughly 50 pounds, it wasn't a trophy swordfish, but that hardly mattered. Despite its compact size, my broadbill had met all of my angling expectations.