With a calm sea and a few hours on my hands, I headed out around Race Point this morning for a few hours of fishing--solo. Launched at 5 a.m. Got to the fishing areas a little before 6 and headed off looking for life. It wasn't long before I was in the middle of dozens of fish, and started casting, and casting and casting. After about an hour, with fish seemingly everywhere, I changed the pace of my retrieve on a Shibuki. Five yards off the boat, a Bluefin grabbed the plug and took off on a tear. A few runs of a couple hundred yards each told me I had a good fish. Since I was out there solo in a twenty-two footer, I had my hands full fighting the fish and keeping the boat in position. I concentrated on technique, let my big Stella do the work, saved my energy for the end game and was rewarded with a tired 68.5" BFT at boatside 35-40 minutes later. When the fish got near the boat, rod in my left hand and 8' gaff in the right, I made a good shot at the lower jaw and got lucky with a direct hit the first try. Then grabbed my pliers, unhooked the Shibuki, stuck my rod tip down to the middle of the tail where it hooked on the bump and marked the fish's mouth on the rod. I swam it on the gaff for several minutes and then away it went. On my way back, I bumped into Kil, John, Yong, Kil's son and Captain Dom. They had also scored a few fish and were ready to call it a day. Sometimes things work as planned.