Word: deeps
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...mole" who had patiently burrowed into Rumania's inner circle some years ago. That notion has been firmly, but not convincingly, denied by CIA officials in West Germany, who insist that they had no hand in arranging Pacepa's flight to the West. "This was not a deep penetration operation in the traditional sense," remarked an intelligence source in Washington last week, without further elaboration...
Polls show President Carter in deep trouble, and that naturally makes the nation's political leaders consider the alternatives. That means Kennedy. The renewed interest in the Massachusetts Senator was emphasized even further last week by a TIME poll in which voters stated by a dramatic margin that the issue of Chappaquiddick would not prevent them from voting for Kennedy. TIME Washington Bureau Chief Robert Ajemian spent several hours with the Senator last week and wrote this report...
After nearly an hour, Peacock cut the twin Mercuries. "This is the spot!" he called. We floated noiselessly on a dusky patch of sea. The jagged line on the Fathometer confirmed that we were in the swordfish's favorite haunt, a 1,100-ft.-deep stretch of the bathtub-warm Gulf Stream. Broadbills normally stay hundreds of feet down-one reason they are so hard to catch-but in the early '70s, Cuban refugee fishermen discovered that these fish rose from the depths at night, apparently to feed on squid that in turn were feeding on microscopic plankton...
...night closed in, we set out our lines, staggered at depths ranging from 50 ft. to 250 ft. On the leaders near the squid used for bait we attached Cyalumes, plastic cylinders containing a glowing green chemical. The deep-dwelling swordfish has evolved eyes as big as silver dollars, and the Cyalume lights up the squid to attract the foraging broadbill...
Then, 50 yds. out, the drama ended as quickly as it had begun. With a magnificent snap of his head, the fish flung the 3-in. hook out of his mouth. And then, with an ecstatic dive, he plummeted free into the deep. We were beaten, but there were no regrets on board. The one that got away had put up a furious fight. The memory would last. There would be other nights to float on the black and silent sea and wait for the electrifying moment when a broadbill would nose up from the depths, ready to duel with...