Big seas. Tall towers. Kites, threads and gogs — it must be sailfish season in South Florida. Always a team effort, from the captain wedged in a corner of aluminum tubing three stories above the action, maneuvering the boat for a perfect drift, to the anglers in the cockpit,working the baits and scanning the spread for a flash of color or swirl of a fin. The adrenaline rush is undeniable. So keep working the edge, waiting for those tailers to surf down-sea into the pattern. Fortune favors the brave, and the patient.