Before we left for Mexico, we watched a few of those Planet Earth movies, and happened to see one that had a shot of hundreds of sailfish swimming through the water like kites. Oh, they were pretty. So although we were looking forward to fishing, we were reluctant to find one of those guys on the other end of the line. I needn't have worried. I didn't fish a bit, since about a half hour after I got on the boat I threw up my breakfast over the side, and pretty much stayed horizontal with my eyes closed for the rest of the day. Seasickness was not a good time for me. But I did manage to get some pictures, and Sam did catch a sailfish. It was enormous (you'll see), so I think by the time he got him in the boat, after several near-escapes, Sam didn't care about the scene where they all looked like kites. At least not when it came to this guy. Kite, shmite.