When I told Ralph Wells and his friends from Jackson, MS, to cross their fingers for the last bait, I thought they were supposed to hope for the luck to get one more bite. The luck they ended up needing was to not get spooled. This big tuna smoked the last bait we threw out just as it got out of sight. And it never stopped to look back. By the time we got off the anchor ball and started to chase her down, three quarters of the spool was gone. We chased the tuna for a mile and a half, and then drifted a ways farther fighting it. By the time we gaffed the fish we were closer to WD152 that to the Lump. The scale read 184# at the dock. This tuna was a brute and there’s a reason Ralph’s whole crew is in the picture. They also had a little help from the crew.
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