This sail goes by the script, clearing the ocean in violent leaps. Any angler’s first big-fish fight is hard to beat. Matching wits and muscle, you feel this other creature’s wild, frantic will to live in your arms and back and the pit of your belly. Jack screams with each jump, then grimaces as he goes to work on the rod. Weinhofer is right by his side, hand-feeding him Cheetos, punching his bicep while Jack bears down on the rod. When the fish sounds, he taunts Jack, “Less whining! More winding!” The three of us laugh when the sailfish rips line against the drag. It’s hard to tell which one of us is having the most fun.