Out with FedEx Tom and his boys for some tuna fishing. Arrived at my little hill to find slicks and birds everywhere and not another boat to be found. The spread is set and I point toward a mess of chick birds picking on the water. Before I even get there, POW! Four rods go down and were able to put two “unders” in the box. Next pass, with only three lines in the water two get nailed and one more “under” goes in the box. As I’m pulling away the single remaining bait gets crushed and that lucky fish gets released to fight another day since we have our limit of “under” Bluefin. We run 12 mile to a different hill where we had a couple bigger bluefin last week. After an hour of working that area we add two mahi to the box but no “overs”. Push east to where the fleet is struggling to catch those oh so pretty yellowfin. After about 20 minutes our spreader bar gets jumped and we put one of those beautiful fish in the box. By this point the winds are cranking, 20+ SW so we decide to call it a day and get home before things get crazy nasty.