Chapter 10Bonnie took the sturdy rod, looking askance at the thick monofilament line. “Why does the line have to be so big? When Dad took me fishing, we used line so fine you could barely see it. We aren’t fishing for whales or something, are we?”
Jerry smiled at her. “It’s big because saltwater fish, at least the kind we’re after, are not like brook trout or small mouth bass. Even a common, everyday marlin or yellow tail will make that line work. A trophy-size one could haul you right off the deck.”
Bonnie stared at him, wide eyed. “You’re joking, right?”
“No, I’m not.”
“He isn’t,” Jennifer contributed, strolling up to join them. “When Dad and Suz’s dad went fishing last fall, they came home with one that filled a whole ice chest, just one fish. Suz and I swore we wouldn’t touch it, b
