Little by little we're making headway here. One at a time throughout the day, a wahoo here, a tuna there, they accumulated into something by the time we threw the towel in. Sacrificing the final few minutes of the day in favor of one last chance tomorrow we picked up our stakes just before sundown and hauled caboose for the inside. Reaching for that “inevitable change” I keep speaking of the stubborn optimist in me will not allow one second of fishing time lost to defeat. If we go down swinging so be it – as long as it's in the last seconds of the fifteenth round. I've been party to too many Hail Mary's that have connected to act otherwise. Throw the return of beautiful weather into the equation and any excuse to bypass a chance simply vanishes. So we head forth with very near a catch in the hatch accumulated during the past seven days of straight scratch fishing. Though a final afternoon of glory we would gladly accommodate, the real objective is a shot or two or three, the more the merrier, at a real deal jumbo. If there is anything about this run so far that really jumps out as a deficit it is the lack of jumbos: yellowfin over 200 pounds. The big boys are just not around in any kind of numbers: or, during the past four days, around at all. We'll see if they bring their courage to the shallows tomorrow, 'cause we have ours. Photo today features Corbett Wright this time with a “bird in the hand”. This was an especially gratifying victory for both Corbett and Captain Brian Sims as this particular devilfish nearly won it's freedom several times during the battle, including after the first time it was gaffed in the skull. The tough bastard didn't take kindly that affront, took the gaff with him, and gave Corbett hell for another eight or ten minutes just to prove a point. In the end he was defeated but due respect for this warrior was earned. Just another day on the giant yellowfin tuna grounds; an adventurous fisherman's paradise to be sure!