Next day, their final attempt was with Mike Hawk on his 58 Viking, Fishawk. Again, no hookups but more unmistakable sword bites (as well as more squid and black cod which the anglers had do their best to avoid) until, again, close to 5 p.m. Then bite became hookup and a fight that had the earmarks of the day before ensued with another sword clearly in the monster category. "She came up to about 150 feet, at the thermocline," says Holden, "and just wouldn't be moved out of that. We could see her on the Furuno." Soon after, "we could feel her start window washing [shaking her bill violently from side to side]." That, Holden says, is when most big swords are lost and, sure enough, this one managed to shake the hook at 3 a.m., after 10 hours.