Went out this morning again lookin for the elusive king (elusive for me atleast). Showed up around 530 and my buddy had already been there 10 minutes and had one run but lost the fish. Short there after somebody hooks up then my buddy hits one again. This time he got a good hook set andswitched up his rig with a stinger hook to boot. This one wasnt gettin off. However, when we went to gaff the fishI noticed a dark slick aroundit. We pulled it up and sure enoughthe belly was missing with a10 inch bite diameter. Jaws had some breakfast. Im thinkin this looks promising...I get a run, free spool the fish reeledthe lineback tight felt him swimmin with the bait and set the hook. He ran for about 5 seconds the line goes slack! Awesome its gonna be another one of those days where I cant get a good hook set! Hour and a half later with the spanish consistently biting baits in half andwatchin other people hook up. I pick up my last cig, shove the hook in its dome and send it off to do greater things in life. The bait drifts with the wind and current, I work it back to the pier, the bait is within visual distance, I see Mr. Mack come up from under neath it eyeball it and slam the bait. I feed it some line reel it tight and stick him! He runs, takes a break, runs again, takes a break and walks me back and forth the end of the pier. I get it within gaffing distance, my buddy sticks it, it flops on the deck, the hook pops out, and that folks is the tale of my first King! Its been a few years over due. Ive been persistent, Ive put A LOT of time in, and I finally got my fish! Its time for number two!!!