We started trolling right at first light and caught a couple of blackfin tunas rather quickly on the bait rigs, and there immediately sent back out for marlin bait. As we drifted the live tunas for marlin, our mate, Charles, also put out the chum and chunks for some bigger tuna. Charles kept stripping line off the reel as the chunk slowly sank in the 3,000 feet of water. I figured he must have had half the spool of line on the 80 in the water when the yellowfin tuna ate the bait and then headed for the bottom. He couldn’t pull that much drag for very long, and then the now familiar winching began. I couldn’t hold much drag standing up with the short 80 bent-butt, even with the nice Black Magic harness, so I pretty much had to shift into low and crank that baby to the surface. More cussing ensued, and I figured out that I hate angling for pelagic fishes, and tuna in particular.