Day one should prove exciting. Weather forecasts are good for the tournament. Some say too good. On the shores of Miami Beach, miniature azure waves lap tropical sands. Balmy tradewinds barely blow, stirring scents of coconut palms and sea spray.
Several captains look concerned.
They believe a strong chop helps to fire the sailfish bite. Others smile with intimate knowledge. In Miami, it pays to know the waters. Hookups lead to an official catch only when the leader hits the rod tip or the mate grabs the leader. No live chumming is allowed.