gallo! the captain yelled as the big roosterfish crashed the surface.
Grande! A hundred panicked mullet boiled and leaped from the crystalline waters
of the Golfo de Papagayos Bat Islands. Rousting the terrorized baitfish,
the roosterfish swiftly greyhounded in hot pursuit. Its attack was an incredible
display of primal ferocity from one of natures fiercest predators.
At warp speed the fish closed, flashing chartreuse and yellow, its shimmering
black dorsal fin erect. Abruptly it jumped, literally sailed, over the pod of baitfish.
Instantly it turned, attacked, ravaged. Mesmerized, speechless, we watched this
entire spectacle unfold. The ferocity of the attack was outside my realm of experience.
What the hell was that? El gallo, Tom the roosterfish.
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