Short Story: 8/11- 100 miles of hunting, 181 area, no fish 8/12- 100 miles of hunting, 43, 182 area, almost no fish. Low on gas, started chunking between the 181 and 182 and after an hour, landed a #70 Yellowfin Tuna on 60 pound line with a mackerel chunk. God is Good!!!!! Long Story: Left Flagstaff, AZ on Wednesday with the same dream as you all; monster Bluefin Tuna on our own boat. My dad, 2 brothers and I picked up our buddy Robert in Phx on the way and the chance at these fish really got us excited as Robert had the info on the kite. 8/11 Didn't get to bed that night until 1am and couldn't get out of bed until 5am. Left Shelter Island at 7:30 and made easy macks while tied to the bait barge. Headed towards the 181 and found breaking #15-30 yfts all over the place but we couldn't get them to go on anything. Finally, my brother Bennett hooked a fish on the popper but I think he accidentally bit it because we lost him really really quick. Never had another fish on for the rest of the day and we searched a bunch of water, and fished a bunch of different ways. 8/12 Got out at 4 and made easy bait again. Headed for the 43 and at 10 miles out, we realized that we accidentally turned off the bait tank and killed almost every bait. Absolute heartbreak. Too late to turn back. Get to the 43 and see lots of kite flyers. Get ours out and give it our best for 5 hours. Nada. Running low on gas so we kill the engine in a fishy area and get a few of our last remaining baits out. 2 hours and nothing. Start motoring for home and find another patch of fish (Right between the 181 and 182). Kill the engine, and start to chum all our dead deans and macks. Schools of tuna were breezing around the boat, we tried absolutely everything. Poppers, mega bait, flat fall, sardine, mackerel on a dropper loop at 100ft, everything and they wouldn't bite. At one point, I saw 80ish pound fish cruise right past the bow just under the water. Action was high but we were getting bummed as nothing would bite. After the chum slick was looking pretty (thank you Lord for killing our bait), we got a chunk out and kept fishing. Then, an amazing shape swims under the boat and not a single one of us could identify it. It came by at 10 feet deep as slow as a mola mola but its color was like a Dorado but it was huge. Absolutely unreal. My flat fall went right past its face and he didnt even flinch. Keep fishing then all of the sudden, my youngest brother (16) Davis sees the fish come back and inhale a chunk right at the boat. We all start screaming. Davis is screaming "GIANT YELLOWFIN WITH HUGE SICKLES!!!!!!!" We are all freaking out. Robert reels in the chunk he has out and gets a new one out. The fish eats all but the one with the hook right before our eyes. Roberts covers the hook better and gets it back out. Immediately slurped 5 yards off the corner. We are all screaming so loud. I definitely lost my voice. Robert fights the fish for 15 minutes and graciously lets me pull on him for the rest of the fight. Maybe 15 more minutes. Definitely the strongest fish of my life and Ive caught A LOT of fish. Finally the giant surfaces and Robert sticks him in the head. We are going crazy. 2 days, 200 miles, we were totally wore out and bummed out but this fish changed everything and now we are on cloud nine. Total group effort, everyone played a huge roll in harvesting this fish. We even got the hookup on video with a real video camera not a gopro!!!!! (Interesting observation- the Independence was drifting in our same area yesterday while we were catching our fish and I looked up their reports and they said they found a school of yfts in the afternoon and caught 25, 22 over 70 pounds. So crazy). Our fish weighed right at #70. God is so good to us. He decided to bless us even though we were being pouters. An epic end to an interesting trip. Hopefully we will make it back this fall but if we dont, we are so happy with this yellowfin of a lifetime for San Diego waters.