On the first day of the August 2014 MidAtlantic fishing tournament, the biggest white marlin I’d ever seen ate a natural squid bait at 8:04 a.m. in Washington Canyon, southeast of New Jersey. The half-hour fight that ensued took place within all IGFA-rule constraints, the gear fit into all the parameters, and with lines in at 8 a.m., the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. When we boated the fish, its tail span was its most amazing trait, stretching beyond my 2-foot-long arm. Its eyeballs were the size of the lenses in my sunglasses. It was a beast, a mutant, and a surefire tournament winner. We were not in the tournament.