BIG TUNA 



yelled for another gaff. I was quick to get it. Next 

 it was for me to throw a lasso over that threshing 

 tail. When I accomplished this the tuna was ours. 

 We hauled him up on the stern, heaving, thumping, 

 throwing water and blood; and even vanquished he 

 was magnificent. Three hours and fifty minutes! 

 The number fifty stayed with me. As I fell back in 

 a chair, all in, I could not see for my life why any 

 fisherman would want to catch more than one large 

 tuna. 



