Two hours into the fight, you finally see the glow stick zinging back and forth below the boat. The silhouette of a bigeye tuna-certainly more than 100 pounds and maybe your biggest ever-comes into view.  Another 20 minutes playing tug of war, and the fish is within gaffing range. Your buddy gets ready to strike and you're wondering how the heck you're going to help him outmuscle the Herculean psychotic squid-killer when, after this epic battle, you can barely turn the crank on a 50 International. You wish you had a boat with coffin-size fishboxes in the deck, so you could just drag the fish through the transom door and slide it into the ice pack. Damn, why didn't you buy the CABO 48 Sportfish?
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