Fast Lane
My buddy Lee and I were drifting over a shipwreck 30 miles off Virginia Beach, Virginia. From the back of my center console, we dropped jigs to the bottom and pulled up sea bass and flounder. Suddenly, the sylvan ocean surface was disrupted by a 10-pound mahimahi jumping toward the clear blue sky.
Lee and I stood dumbfounded, processing the image of that gold and green fish near a mid-shore wreck. “Was that a dolphin?” I asked Lee. He broke his silence, “Yeah, a nice one.”
In unison, we quickly cranked in our jigs and stowed the rods. I put the boat in gear and made a wide circle heading back toward the wreck. Lee grabbed the trolling rods and
