After the fish was on ice, and the angler had iced down his arm, shoulder, legs and back, a testament to the strength of these fish, the fog burned off. Snead made another half-dozen turns through the same area, but we didn’t get another bite. Other boats circled the area, but nothing. “That’s bigeye fishing,” Snead chuckled as we returned to dolphin fishing. Even though the canyons, cliffs and points off the Outer Banks offer the best bigeye fishing in the world, these fish play by their own rules.