The calm, cobalt water off Mazatlan boiled as a billsuddenly appeared behind the red-skirted mullet on the right flatline. The fish slashed at the mullet three times, then backedoff before lunging again and finally grabbing the bait in itsjaws. We all spotted the strike at the same time, and the previouslypeaceful cockpit sprang to life. My 16-year-old son, Chris, ranfor the rod as Taylor, his nine-year-old brother, scrambled outof the cabin. I dove for my camera while my husband, Jo, simplytried to stay out of the way.