90 ALBACORA 



Back in Iquique, the albacora was officially weighed in 

 at 1,182 pounds, which made it the largest game fish of 

 any species that had been caught anywhere up to that 

 day. 



"You've got Bosco at last," I had to admit to Lou. 



Later we cut Bosco open, and soon we were probing 

 into his body cavity. It was I who spotted the gonads 

 first. 



"Bosco!" I shrieked at Lou. "So you've caught Bosco, 

 have you?" I did not even try to control my first few 

 screams of laughter. 



"What's so funny?" he snapped. "What do you 

 mean?" Then he noticed the fish's gonads himself. 



"You're right!" he cried. "This can't be Bosco." 



"Of course not," I said. "Maybe we've caught Bosco's 

 wife, but this certainly isn't Bosco. Maybe it's Bosco's 

 wife, Bertha." 



"All right," he said. "Call this one Bertha if it 

 pleases you, but whatever you say, it still is one hell of 

 a big fish." 



"Particularly," I said, "for a lady." Then Lou broke 

 down and started laughing too. 



Two main factors come to my mind whenever I won- 

 der why it is that Lou and I have been so delighted 

 with our fishing. First, there is the opportunity we have 

 had to grow as the sport itself grew, to have a hand in 

 some innovations, to get a touch of pioneer feeling when 



