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she had to be pulled out so that the fractured struts could 

 be replaced. Thus ended another six days of black marlin 

 fishing with no success. 



My next big fishing adventure was over the 4th of July, 

 1 95 1, when I fished four days with Glassell at Bimini and 

 promptly proceeded to pull the hook out of a blue marlin 

 around 350 pounds at the boat when the guides had the 

 leader, and it was a great sight to hook this boy as he was 

 pouncing on bonitos that were underneath the boat and he 

 picked up five or six of them before taking my bait. But 

 then to top it all off, two hours before my departure I pulled 

 the hook out of a nice one around 650 pounds just over the 

 stem while the fish was all in and coming easily. I took this 

 loss so nonchalantly that the guide, Eddie Moore, and his 

 crew thought I was crazy— but after the one I had lost at 

 Cabo Blanco two months earher I was now becoming rec- 

 onciled to my bad fortune. 



My next trip to Cabo Blanco lasted only five days in 

 January, 1952, when I was going on down to Chile. After 

 raising no black marlin during that time I was attempting to 

 catch a striped marlin for Mrs. Tom Bates, wife of our great 

 friend who was afterward to catch a 752-pounder. We were 

 baiting the striped marlin when a black marlin around 700 

 pounds, maybe a trifle less, came up and took the bait. This 

 fish was lost through no fault of Mrs. Bates after a fight of 

 over two hours. 



After giving another black marlin away and seeing no more 

 I wasn't in a very good frame of mind. I should have wakened 

 up to the fact that the black marlin was around from the way 



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