Thought I would demonstrate to you young folks why you should try to find the fountain of youth so no fish will ever put a hurt on you, regardless of size. The first picture is me just before getting aboard the Tuna Loco. The second is what poor old Uncle Russ looked like after a decent, though not large, yellowfin got through with his pathetic old butt. (It really is amazing what a hard night of fishing will do to a man.) The third was a pretty good day and night's work. Captain Eddie and my ship mates deserve some very small amount of credit, but mostly it was me.