I got a letter from him a month after I got back to the States.
Here I am back in sunny England after returning from that well-known El Dorado. The only problem was, after you and Bill left, the Azores turned into just that. Pity that you missed it.
I will list just a few of the gory details. Our first marlin landed was caught by a 60-year-old Swede called Sven. It weighed a mere 796 pounds. In the next three weeks, even though we had no experienced anglers except a chap called Graeme Mullins, we managed the following results: 70 strikes, 42 hookups. Landed: 17 marlin, 7 yellowfin tuna, 2 bigeyed tuna.
It always seems to me that fishing is a great leveler. When you think of all the nasty things we said about Graeme, it was some kind of justice that he himself landed three marlin during his week.
Maybe if somebody (Arménio) can afford to employ me, you and Bill can come back to the Azores sometime and see the fishing at its best rather than its worst. Because I have to tell you, the reels do scream. Some of ours even started to smoke. But that's life.
And your fish, Oh Magnífica, is still out there somewhere. She's calling for you to return.
P.S.: Graeme asked me to send you his latest article. He has signed it for you. It's called "El Dorado Revisited." It's slightly exaggerated, I'll grant you, but as Graeme once told me in a moment of weakness, "Who needs truth if it's dull?" Cheerio.