ALL ABOUT THE NUMBERS

When I started bill-fishing, the only number on the charter dock that meant anything was the commission from the taxidermist. Nobody counted their billfish that I knew of. After that, the only statistics we really enjoyed were the number of sailfish or the weight of the dead marlin we caught during a tournament and the cash we made from winning a few of them.

I remember in the early 1980s in St. Thomas, a deckhand told