The South Florida seas had grown into nasty 4- to 5-footers; the sky darkened. If it hadn’t been the August full-moon period, Capt. Chris Fay would not have ventured offshore. But he and his buddy were confident that it was prime time to catch a wahoo. ¶ “It was rough…nasty,” recalls Fay, a Deerfield Beach, Florida, charter captain (poseidontoo.net). “We had been fishing in 300 feet, but we saw a storm coming in, so we went into shallow water, 97 feet.”
Fay continues: “Right before the sun went down, the moon was coming up. As soon as that moon popped, the one fish that we were looking for decided to feed. We were doing a turn, and I looked over at the short planer rod, and that thing just started…