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Dusk gave in to night as we neared an uninhabited stretch of land, beaches, and… feral pigs. We eased in about 50-yards from shore, set anchor, and assessed the setting. All good. Let’s go!


Jay appears from the cabin with four bunches of bananas. “These are good and ripe,” he says with a wink. After days of catching big game fish, our rods and lines are already set for a new adventure.


I notice a special apparatus on his large backpack, outfi tted with carabineers stitched into the pack’s exterior. He takes each hook from our four rods and secures it to its own respective carabineer on the pack. As we adjust our lines, Jay slowly lowers himself into the water. We open the bales on our reels as we watch our mate paddle to shore... taking out line with each stroke forward. It was quite a sight, to say the least.


Once Jay reaches shore, he takes off his pack and pulls out each banana bunch. He then carefully removes the hooks from their carabineers and baits each one with its own banana bunch. We watch silently as he separates each line with about 20-yards of beach between banana bunches.


We test the line drag and drop the rods into their respective holders. After giving Jay the thumbs-up that our lines are set, he swims back to the boat.


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