I can almost hear the squeaking of the corks as they slip against the power grip! I can feel the cold rain cooling my raingear as my body temp rises from stacking the leadline. The occasional jelly splats against my plastic armor as my eyes are drawn to the shrinking net. “That’s a good one,” I think to myself. The fish begin to chatter as the net shrinks around them. The next sound is the thunder of the fish roaring across the deck and the high pinched whine of the single being lowered quickly to the deck. “Up on the skiff,” someone yells out! The hood comes off. The battle is won! But, the war continues…