About two minutes later BAM! he's on, he breaches, yep, big brown polliwog, it's a COBIA! After a LONG back & forth standoff trying to get him close enough to the boat to net, we finally go to net him and he tears right through it like it wasn't even there. So my son is holding the rod to my left and I'm holding the net with the line going through the hole in the net. UNGOOD SITUATION. I take the rod & feed it and the reel through the hole in the net and finally ditch the net. NOW WHAT? Tried grabbing is tail, no go. Too slippery, too big. Try to shoot it in the head with my trusty Glock? No way, I'd be sure to hit the line. Try to rope it somehow? Too complicated. I end up leaning down on the gunwale (which is right next to the water because my boat is a 15 foot jonboat and I'm 260+ lbs) and I finally am able to finagle my arm underneath him, trying to find his center of gravity as I do some test-lifts, and when I get the sweet spot I quickly give him a one-armed bear-hug, chesting him, and rolling me and him as a unit backwards and into the boat. Victory! Gorged on him all week. It sure beats having to catch a dozen or two smaller fish to get that much meat. He was about 43 inches from tip of tail to snout. In the photo, he's curved a little.
(Gotta click on the link to get the pic. I can't figure out how to make the image appear in the post automatically.)