MY NONFISHING FRIENDS CAN’T SEE THE POINT of running 100-plus miles to a seemingly random spot, then spending all day crisscrossing the abyss at idle speed, waiting for something to happen. They think about me staring out the back of the boat at cobalt water that stretches to infinity, and they ask: “How do you do that? It sounds so boring.” ¶ To me, trolling across the deep is the most sublime, relaxing thing in the world. At the same time, it’s unpredictable and can be explosively exciting. ¶ Case in point: A couple of summers back, our crew ran my buddy’s Viking 50 Open to one of those random spots. The blue sky met the blue water over the horizon. It was calm, quiet and scorching hot—even by mid-August…
