Bummer. Last year, I went out with Greenwich builder Lou van Leewuen and tied into a huge one. We were just fishing, but five minutes into the fight, I remembered the tournament and thought I might have a winner. It was then, of course, that the damn fish spit the hook. Based on my fishing in the ’80’s, when bluefish ran large, I suspect we had a real winner on the line, but so it goes.