ON JUNE 3, MY GIRLFRIEND, Paula Hill, from Boston Harbor, Washington, and I took a trip to the East Cape, Baja California, in Mexico, to see if she could catch her first striped marlin. Hurricane Blanca was predicted to do a drive-by in about three days, so we only had two days to make this happen. I felt confident it would, since I had my old amigo Victor Garciglia as el capitán. Victor picked us up in his old panga named Mosca. We made a bait stop around 7:30 a.m., and then Victor put out the spread with his favorite lures. Maybe an hour into the troll, just before the big fan turned on and the Sea of Cortez grew in size, the port outrigger jumped and the sound of…
