The left pig went screeching down the beach before we could control the drag to slow him down. Just as he reached the trees, the line snapped, and he was in the bush. Gone.


Right pig followed the same path; however, we were on the reel fast enough to turn his head and control the movement. As the rod bends in half and appears to nearly break, he changes direction, struggling to get to the tree line. Then, for some reason, he zigzags back, and heads toward the water -- creating slack in the line.


In the next moment we are distracted by the running lights of a speedboat in the distance, and also hear voices on shore, far down on the south side of the beach.


Now here’s the situation… it’s midnight and we’ve got the church’s pig on the line, a speed boat is barreling in, people popping up that we can hear but can’t see, and we’re anchored.


Jay yells out, “ Ya gotta keep the pig moving!”


But it’s too late. The distraction of the speedboat and voices causes us to lose focus on the pig. With that… he dug in. Dang it.


Well, what to do now? Send Jay back to reset the lines and bait? Do we even have more bananas?


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