Well, damn the fishcounts, time to get 21 hot sticks on Condor and put the wood to some tuna! We rolled at 9 with Capt. Scott, 2nd Vinny, Capt. Mike, Tad, Matt and deck, and Billy cooking awesome food all trip. Many a Condor regular, my sidekick Norm Engle, ex-Dodger-Phils pitcher Kevin Gross, Paul & son, and many more and the smack was flyin' early. After a load of pretty lively nice dines it was off to the West at 10. We headed west towards San Clemente Island where a fairly good area of yellowfin had been jumping with porpoise for days, some biting, some not. We dropped some iron, flat=falls in the grey 4-6am window but nothing bit. At 6am time to fire up and start hunting. Some light and overcast, it was evident we're in the zone with several well know long range boats around us on the move. We trolled for few hours for little. Around 11am, IT HAPPENED, the school of yellowfin to die for...short story...we slayed 182 on a 1.5 hr wide open ripper and Scott finally yelled STOP FISHING. Gunnys were splitting and full, fish all gil cut bleeding nicely, time to tag em all and get into the RSW hold and take a TIME OUT. I quit after 15, giving 5 to a couple others short a few, as did many others. After some water, iced tea, beers and more Scott said WELL you ready to get the rest for limits now? HELL YA!!! The deck opened, baits flew in the water and KAWHEE was heard around the rail. I started with 30lb on my JX/700M and got rocked, this was no football, to the bow and back and the new titanium shoulder felt no pain and was still lifting! After a 15+min fight a nice one abiout 35+ hit the deck. Norm and one other got nice ones mid 30's+ too, and more came aboard. By the time that bloodbath was over, we had just over 200 yellowfin. Insane. After a handmade sirloin burger by Billy, we trolled into the PM, by a paddy for nice dorado on a Jigstrike, then 3 more back to the paddy for 4 total. Still only 4pm, HEY let's go to the 43 and see if any bluefin home. We did a couple drifts, tried a dine with a 3/8oz rubber core to slow drop thru the zone ( a method that worked for blues at the 43 last year) but no biters. Dropped a blue and chrome tady, megabaits, as did others for nada. Out of nowhere we hear KAWHEEEE on the bow=big one!! This fish ended up the JP 65 maybe pushing 70. Later 3-4 others got nice ones 50-60's too, pushing us to 208, 2 short of limits for 21 (BFD) All you can say for the fishing was WOW, the best day of year on Condor so far, and one hopefully a good sign of things to come in fall. Beat like dogs, we all hit the shower and settled in for Billy's killer Chicken Fettuchini Alfredo/Salad dinner to die for and hit the rack. For me, not knowing if I'd ever be able to fish for tuna ever again after left shoulder total titanium replacement surgery...I was more than greatly relieved to know...I still can. Good to go. THANKS to Scott and crew and everyone I fished with again on Condor. I'm beat. Hope to see you all again soon. I'm going to be packing tuna awhile now.