Without warning, the tip of Mike’s heavy-duty rod plummeted toward the ocean floor. The drag on his reel screamed as the line peeled off at a terrifying rate. Mike leaped forward, grabbing the rod just as it was nearly pulled from the rod holder. Whatever had taken the bait felt heavier and stronger than any snapper or grouper he had hooked in his two decades of fishing.
He planted his feet on the deck and set the hook, instantly feeling a muscular, relentless strain on the other end. The creature pulled with cold, brutal force, dragging his small vessel several yards against the mild current.
Sweat beaded on Mike’s forehead as he fought to regain every inch of line, his shoulders aching under the immense tension. "What on earth did I hook?" he muttered aloud into the wind. The fight was far from a standard catch; it felt like trying to reel in a submerged engine that refused to stop.