SHOCK set in the moment my fishing guide Ben locked a look of horror on me after frantically grasping the fishing line.
One of six large hooks on the popper lure had pierced straight through the side of my left hand.
I'd been barbed by a barracuda!
And that barracuda, with protruding needle-like teeth and one large peeper firmly fixed on mine, was about to have the last laugh after our five-minute fight by delivering another of its trademark aggressive thrashes.
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