The fishing on our marathon would later be characterized in his report as "good to excellent" - and my 15-year-old son Mike and I definitely concurred. Several hundred cod to 26 pounds were brought to boatside, with all the shorts and about 75 percent of the legal-size ones released - including 32 fish from 7.5 to 21.5 pounds that were tagged. Some 30 keeper haddock were decked as well, along with a liberal sprinkling of pollock, including an 11-pounder taken by Carol Morse of Maine, a dozen or more cusk, and a 14-pound wolffish landed by Tim Williams of Connecticut, who also got the pool-winning cod. Mike ended up catching and tag-and-releasing the biggest cod of his life, a 14.5-pounder. I really wanted a haddock, and finally lucked into a legal but rather unremarkable three-pounder. But near the end of the trip, regular Regis Jauvin of Quebec nailed a 7.25-pound beauty, good for a Maine State Trophy citation, and he generously bestowed the fish upon Mike and me. Mate Ian, along with Kenton Geer, a Bunny Clark mate out on a busman's holiday, converted a few totes of fish into bags of perfect boneless fillets for those who wanted them. Later that evening Mike and I broiled up the big haddock, and agreed it was by far the best fish we'd ever eaten!