In the ocean, there is a seemingly endless variety of sea creatures. It’s not like, say, sport-fishing in a lake, where you’ll find maybe five species of fish. What lies beneath the surface of the sea is always a mystery. There is always the possibility of capturing something huge or strange—a rare bottom-dwelling shark that weighs several hundred pounds or a prehistoric-looking ratfish. That’s part of the reason I became addicted to ocean sport-fishing early in my youth. My dad had two businesses, an avocado grove and a wholesale tropical houseplant business, that required long work hours. He kept a 21-foot boat docked at Oceanside, California, and fishing was his escape. He began taking me out to sea as soon as I could walk, and for many years we would launch our boat a few times a month targeting yellowtail, tuna, bass, rockfish. My dad was also a photo buff and catalogued our catch of the day religiously after every outing. (He bought me a Pentax K1000 when I was about 10 years old and inspired me to start shooting, too.) In elementary school I was known for dazzling the crowd with my ice chest full of odd sea creatures: a fish I’d never seen before or a miniature shark.