My first legit shot on a Mako came when I was 11 years old. Just Dad and I out on the 37' Post. Lazy hazy day - drifting a slick with 3 lines out. Hours of no action. I asleep on the Bridge, Dad decides "nature is calling" and goes for a long "sit" in the head.
Bow rod starts to scream, I come out of my haze and hear the reel absolutely screaming and this 300+ mako doing leap after leap about 150 yards off the boat. Dad comes running out of the cabin with his pants round his ankles - the reel is starting to backlash - a real hornet's nest, starts screaming at me to start the boat and back down. He is trying desperately trying to untangle the reel. Snap, line pops - game over. I can remember it like it was yesterday.
I think I have caught more makos between 12 PM and 1PM than any other hour. We used to call it Mako Hour. Inevitably when staring to eat lunch.
A few years later and a better result, and I know...Nice Socks