Bill caught a sailfish in Don Riley's 16' outboard motorboat.
Don wasn't with us. He belayed him with a fish priest he called his bat.
We brought him into the boat a little green. I was handling the gaff hook and
the leader. He went to thrashing and I said, "Papa, kill that awful dreadful snake."
Bill did. Whew--that was exciting. I didn't know I could move so fast.