As mentioned earlier, our first day was a little messy, but we had the chance to make amends at around 9:30 a.m. on the second trip when we raised a 400-plus-pound blue. I was holding my fly rod and fly ready when the fish showed, but the 80-pound outfit we had in the corner of the cockpit was rigged with a swimming mullet and seemed a little more appropriate for the highly irate animal eating our teasers to shreds. As fate would have it, though, the fish came up in range on the Hawaiian Eye chain, giving me the opportunity, if I wanted it. McFrederick pulled the boat out of gear. "Try him, buddy. Try him."