Looks like this:
Fellas struggle for hours, they have to wear a special belt to keep the handle of the rod from spearing them in the belly, Quite often, another guy has to take the rod, he doesn't reel the fish in, no, he's just giving the first fella (it is, after all, his fish) a break. So he can catch his breath, regain his composure once again for the ensuing onslaught.
Ever tried putting an 18 month old in a high chair when he doesn't want to go? Same thing. Except there's nobody there to hold onto the struggling lump while you take a breather.
As most anglers do, I've crafted a technique. I swing him from side to side in a motion that eventually forces his legs, from thrashing uncontrollably, to swaying from side to side in unison (and together) and, as an angler would take that last yank that forces the fish into submission, I knock his feet against the arm of the highchair and in he goes.
Landed, now for the safety harness.
Not unlike when you've got your supper in front of you on the deck of the boat and all that is left to do is remove the hook from its mouth, that clip that holds him in place can bite just like the marlin.
Fish picture borrowed from here:
www.wexpl.com/SCFishing.htm
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