Back in December of 1999 I was night fishing for Permit at the pier with a few of the locals. It was a Friday night and the pier was packed. For as cool as it was, I couldn't believe how many tourists were their wetting a line, just hoping for anything to bite.

Well, this guy kept crossing Brent's line and getting tangled in his fishing line. The third time Brent reeled in the guys line I could take no more. It was tangled badly so I cut the guys line and cleared the "bowl of spaghetti." The guy didn't even know that his line was tangled or even out of the water. He just stood there leaning on the rail just down from us, holding onto his rod and thinking his bait was still somewhere out in the ocean. He just wanted to catch a fish.

Seeing this gave me an idea. He wants a fish, then a fish he shall get. I grabbed an old dead Jack Crevelle that had been laying on the pier for hours. It was stiff as a board and had a big filet cut out of it's side. I quickly tied the guys line around the jack's tail and tossed it over the railing into the sea. The guy never saw a thing. When the guy reeled in to check his bait he got a surprise. The dead tail hook Jack gave him a great fight! Best thing he caught all night.

Come to think of it. It was the only thing that he caught that night! And the best part of the whole story is that he kept it to take it home and eat it. (LOL)