Barracuda. We shoot em in the Texas gulf on rig trips. We eat the Texas Barracuda.
You have a chance of getting a Barracuda and the Barracuda has a chance of getting you.
I am in awe of the grace, power and majesty of the Barracuda.
Then I kill him and eat him.
Occasionally, after you spear one, the others, gather around you facing toward you like spokes in a wheel and you are the hub. They have their mouths open showing their teeth and are only a tenth of a second from you. I pretend I didn't do it, avoid eye contact and after a while they go back to doing their Barracuda thing. Barracuda have short attention spans and they don't hold a grudge for long.
Other times one will come back at you with your spear sticking through it. One came back on me a couple summers ago, mouth open and all. I batted him on the face with my empty Biller. He swam away but immediately came back in a more determined way. I batted him hard on the eye (they don't like to be hit on the eye) he truned and swam away fast, finally wrapping himself and the shooting line around the rig.
A shot barracuda will wrap the line over the rig tubing and can then lever himself against the rig and tear the point right through his body. So, you have to wait a while before approaching him. They can seem dead but are only playing possum. We use slip tips to deny them leverage. If you shoot em in the gills they just pull off and swim away 'smoking' like a wounded messershmidt.
You can't knife a barracuda down through the top of the skull, the knife won't penetrate.
Barracuda watch your eyes, so approach from behind a rig tube or with averted vision. They don't mind a spear pointed them as much as being eyeballed.
A friend cut out the jaws, bleached them, spread them open and baked them into the top of loaves of homemade bread. Barracuda bread...the bread that bites you back.
Barracuda and garlic butter are made for each other.