▪ On Friday, March 14, 2008, one day before my fiancée Marisa’s birthday, she said, “Hey, we should go to the beach.”
I said, “Shoots, let’s go.”
We decided to spend the whole day and night at the beach. I packed my fishing gear, and we left.
Once we got to the beach, I decided to go diving for some live bait. After about 30 minutes, I speared a manini, which I used for bait.
A few hours passed, and I finally got a small strike. I reeled it in and got a good-sized puhi. The sun was going down, so I decided to cut up the bait I had. My brother John said, “Eh, you should use the puhi!”
The only knife we had was small and dull, so…