El Gallo

Tom Boyd



     "Gallo! … 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 Papagayo’s 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 nature’s 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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