"Two thousand six hundred and sixty-four pounds," he said.
Of course I didn't believe him, but the 64 part bothered me the most because it was about the size of the striped bass I was after, with a ton and a quarter added on. There may be a fish that large, I thought, but nobody ever caught it on rod and reel, except after a couple of pitchers of martinis.
"How long is a fish that big?" I said.
"Sixteen feet 10 inches," he said.
"And its girth?"
"One hundred fourteen inches." That did it. Ten feet around? A third of the way to a first down long? Maybe. But 2,664 pounds? Ridiculous. "What kind of fish was that?"
"Carchawdon carcharias, the white shark, but we don't call it a fish." I've always sort of felt that way myself. Sharks have been around too long to be fish. They're more like dinosaurs, and in the same evolutionary class as cockroaches and horseshoe crabs. "What's the biggest real fish caught on that line?" I asked.
"Glassell's black marlin, 1,560 pounds, off Peru," he said.
"Do bluefin get that big?"
"Bluefin are bigger," he said.