While on a mini vacation, and celebrating our anniversary, my lovely wife Lori and I were staying at a little place in Matlacha, Florida called the “Bridgewater Inn”. The old inn is built on pilings right out over the water with a long front porch that you can walk right out your front door and fish off of (my kind of place). So in the warm southwest Florida sun, I parked myself on the porch in one of those big wooden, multi-colored Adirondack chairs and was sipping a cold beverage. I just kicked back and closed my eyes for a minute and began thinking of just how good it felt to be on vacation and how many fish I was going to catch right there off the porch………… Well, the next thing I knew, I was decked out in my new white, long sleeve GAFF fishing T-shirt that James had sent me and had my new GAFF towel hanging off my belt. I got up out of my chair and in my best John Wayne swagger, headed over to the railing to do a little casting. I was armed with my favorite spinning rod, paired up with my Penn 712Z, and loaded with 10 pound test monofilament. I’d just been reading the latest (Nov/Dec) issue of GAFF magazine, about Louie Echols in the “Braggin’ Rights” section and it had me all fired up and ready for some back bay action. I tied on a 3/8ths ounce yellow bucktail jig and made my first cast. No sooner had I flipped the bail when WHAM! I got a hit. As I set the hook, I knew that I had something big. All of a sudden, the biggest Blue Marlin that I had ever seen came completely out of the water. I knew that I was in for the fight of my life so I wrapped my leg around the porch railing and just watched as the monster stripped the line from my reel. When the line reached the end where it was tied on to the spool, he snatched me right out of my shoes and right off of the porch. As I barefoot skied back and forth in front of the inn, I slowly began to wear the behemoth down. As he began to tire and thrash around, I noticed something else. We had company. All of the commotion had attracted the attention of a mighty Great White Shark. For a minute I wasn’t sure if the menace wanted me or the Marlin. Just about then, I realized he wanted both of us. All I could do as those jaws of death circled me and the huge Marlin was scream for help. Luckily, Lori who was still in the room reading my GAFF magazine, heard me screaming like a little girl and quickly sprang into action. Without even thinking of her own personal safety, she threw the magazine down and instinctively grabbed her big silver purse, clutched the strap in her teeth and did a swan dive right off the porch. What happened next is not clear. I must have passed out. The last thing I remember was foamy water flying everywhere. I vaguely remember seeing the Marlin in the air above me, then the mighty Great White was in the air. I remember seeing the flash and hearing the thud of that big silver purse over and over. Then everything went black. The next thing I remember was finding myself lying on my back on the porch. As I slowly regained consciousness, I cracked open one eye and saw Lori walking past me dragging the two giants by the tail behind her. As she went by me I thought I heard her mumble the word “pansy” under her breath. I drifted back into unconsciousness, and just about then something startled me. I opened both eyes and there, standing over me was my sweet wife, asking me if I was ready for another cold beverage. As I again lay there in the warm southwest Florida sun, in that big wooden multi-colored Adirondack chair, I once again started thinking of just how good it felt to be on vacation. I told her about the silly dream that I’d just had and how real it all seemed. She just handed me my beverage, smiled and walked away. When we got home later that week, I was downloading the pictures from the camera and found this one. I called Lori into my office and said “I don’t remember taking this picture”. I asked her if she knew where it came from and she never said a word. She just smiled that same familiar smile and just walked away. Hmmmm……I don’t know, but I’m thinking maybe, this just might have been my greatest fishing adventure ever................???