Maybe I look too deeply into things, but this sturgeon got me thinking about fate and odds. For 100 years it has eluded capture, and just like that, it falls on Saturday, February 13, 2010. Sometimes when I catch a fish, I can't help wonder where it was yesterday, or even an hour before I showed up. Back in September, I was on the boat when a 600-pound marlin came onboard. We were in 6,000 feet of water, 85 miles offshore, and even though it was a big boat, in the overall scheme of things we were a tiny blip in the vast blue. Do you realize the odds of the marlin being at the right depth, in the right spot at exactly the same time our trolling lines came through? If you think about it too hard, it might bake your noodle. -- JC