These Goliath grouper fights never get old. Taking out my uncle Jess and his son Colton, all they wanted out of the day was to pull on something. After loading the boat with lane snapper for 30 minutes, the next bite felt off. This snapper didn’t feel like a snapper at all. That’s when all hell broke loose. Line starts peeling, everyone is frantic and I think I saw Colton start crying for a second, but you didn’t hear that from me. 10 minutes later we pull up that brute of a fish, take our photo and send her on her way!
