Pushed off at 430 followed by Napa Mike and Deadly Dave and headed towards 27/20. We stopped short at 27/13 on the warm side of a break and within a half hour put in 3. I circled south and east to try to hit the break again, and found a much better grade fish on the inside at 23/9. I kept trying to find the break and ended up too far east, and had to run back to the outside after hours of nothing. We got back out to 31/13 and heard the boys doing well on the radio but couldn't buy a bite. At this point, I was questioning every decision I'd made all day...tuna anxiety apparently is a real condition!!! We pushed further west and got a single at 31/19 at 230. Then, all hell broke loose. Within an hour we got 10 stops and put in 11 fish. It got to the point that we'd put the boat back to trolling speed and couldn't get the rigs back out without getting another hit immediately. It was one of those epic hours of fishing that we all dream of! Strangely, 9/10 were singles, even though I run the weak buffalo spread. We had a crew member that needed to be in by 6, so we took off at 345 with 15 fish in the box and blasted the 60 miles home at 27kts in flat calm seas. It's been at least 5 years since we've had a good shot at tuna out of Bodega. It seems surreal to not have a 4 hour tow after killing tuna. Hopefully this water keeps pushing in!