Love of Billfish
Most people won’t understand. Nonstop time, money, and effort. We circumnavigate the globe to find billfish, searching from one end of the ocean to another. The glamor is great, sure. Bragging about a 30-bite day or releasing a “big girl” in some exotic locale. But the real fishermen are the ones who are there through the good and the bad. The epic fish stories—the crushing heartbreak. The process defines who we are, and why we fish. After all, the heart wants what the heart wants, right?
Hey—got a story.
It’s a story about love, and loss.
Would you believe me if I told you there is such a thing as love at first sight? Ha, ha. I remember our first dance. I think it’s safe to say she took the lead. Maybe it sounds crazy, but I was waiting for her. I like to think she was waitin’ for me, too.
I’ll spoil the end for you now, because as quick as she came into my life, she was gone.
There’s been others, sure. But they just numb the pain.
When we finally locked eyes, it was a single moment of perfection.
We danced until we were both exhausted, and everyone else had gone home.
But in the end, what’s that saying—
If you love something, let it go?
Let it go.
Let her go.