Sure miss the Tuna days. What a journey. I have caught one of the largest game fish in the world, and got paid to do it as a profession. It didn't come easy but worth every second. There is nothing like being in the middle of the Ocean with a giant on, after an hour long fight somebody has to give in. After it's over sheer exhaustion sets in and then the dance begins, everyone has a victory tuna jig. Even my well seasoned, mentor and weathered captain takes the time to dance on the back deck. The rush of adrenalin is what keeps you going. After a few months getting only a few hours asleep a night, its really a daze. Never knowing or caring what day it is. The weather factor seems to be obsolete, "were going" is the captain classic line. There is one goal and only one reason to do what you do, catch fish or die trying.