Barely 50 metres off the beach, trolling a spread of skirted marlin lures seemed absurd for someone who has chased billfish all around the world for their whole life. However, there was no denying the distinct black-shaped tailing inside us on the sand flats.
It wasn’t just one but three separate fish silhouetting vividly against the white sandy backdrop, their sickle-like tails slicing through the surface. In all my years of marlin fishing I never imagined I would witness such a spectacle.
Moments later we were on a triple. One fell off, the second headed out wide, while my fish went in the opposite direction charging straight for the beach. It just kept jumping skyward until it was just in a few feet of water and then cruised along the surf break. Had there been any swimmers they would have had to exit the water!
We quickly got the fish boatside after jumping right across the flats and as the guys unhooked it I jumped in and waded over to film the release. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would film a marlin in such shallow water. Twenty minutes later we were on again and it kept going all morning.