Anglers Journal

Eye Popping

Capt. David Grubbs couldn’t believe his eyes. Scores of sailfish were surfing down the face of every wave in 4- to 5-foot seas. But on this day, Grubbs was not fishing such sailfish hot spots as Costa Rica, Panama or Isla Mujeres, Mexico. He had his boat, Grand Slam, off the east coast of Florida, just a few miles from where rockets launch into space.

The teams competing in the Pelican Yacht Club Invitational Billfish Tournament out of Fort Pierce, Florida, began the week hopeful to

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