My investigation was interrupted by commotion topside. As I hustled out, Harbaugh pointed at the bucking rod and yelled, “It’s your turn!” As I pulled the rod out of the holder, I was immediately pinned to the rail. “Now that’s a mutton,” said Harbaugh, as the silvery flash of the snapper first appeared at deep color. At about 7 pounds, it wasn’t huge, but we got our target species, and we quickly iced the tasty fish in one of the twin 104-gallon fish lockers flanking the aft cockpit sole. Yet, Harbaugh wasn’t satisfied. “I’ve got another spot in 150 feet where we might get a bigger one,” he advised.