We found this fish. In the water.

We (the men) went fishing in Mexico. It was kind of slow but my brother Chandler managed to reel in this marlin, which is easily the biggest I have ever seen that wasn't behind glass. He was a good sport so we threw him back. The fish, I mean. Chan is still with us.















The thing about fishing is this: People complain that we are hurting or traumatizing the fish, but I feel that it is a pretty fair trade - the fish gets a free lunch, we get a picture and everybody gets to go home and tell their buddies about the epic struggle they endured. No hard feelings. Sometimes we eat the fish, but in that case I only imagine that he derives enormous pleasure from being delicious.

This was the only fish that we caught all day, except for my nephew Jackson who caught one of the live bait fish with his bare hands and was, in turn, almost caught by a pelican.

-Jordan