Left Point Loma last Friday at noon and headed out to West of Cowtown, near the Cortez and Tanner Banks, boat started fishing that night around noon, don't recall if any of the big Blue Fin were caught then, but I do remember I was impressed with the calibre of anglers and the quality of their gear, good time ahead. We had great bait and an incredible breakfast and started out the day dropping the flatfalls and eventually switching to bait as daybreak came upon us. Adam and the crew had set us on a huge school, and we drifted 4 miles and did not even fire up the motors until after 2:00 PM. By that time, it was apparent, we were in the zone, big fish were being caught, the smallest was probably 55 lbs. and fish up to 150 were being landed, a steady bite. As we headed toward the sunset, things really started to pick up, and 200 lb fish were now hitting the deck. I had nothing at this point, and worked tirelessly at the rail to improve my odds. Shortly after darkness, things turned into a wide open Cow bite, we had six fish on that all were over 200 pounds and landed, it was insane, a hungry school of cows had come through, and they were biting. I grabbed my Makaira 16 SeA, dropped the 250 Flat Fall and ZZzzzzzz, away she went, I threw the lever up, held on tight and my Calstar 7400XH went bend o like never before, wind, wind, wind, and ohhhh sheis, all of a sudden less tension, I wound furiously, threw the drag up higher...but to no avail. Shortly thereafter, I would realize my mistake. Back to position, dropped the Nomad again, within 50 feet (just like the last bite and a few others that had hooked up fish) Bam....ran for 2 seconds and then PING! Lost my Flatfall and a lot of wind on leader, completely my fault. I was wearing glasses that were prescription to protect my eyes in the mayhem that were a little old, and I had wacked my drag lever down on the first fish winding, put it back to strike (or higher for the second) and fumbled my way one of the all time most epic bites I have ever witnessed. I watched some really good people put the six cows on board, worked as hard as I could at the rail, then succombed to the fact the cows had swum through. Time for Jaegermeister. I woke up feeling sorry for myself, I have had two stomach surgeries in the last twelve months, worked my ass at my job, and as my wife said, this was my summer camp. Well, Adam and the crew were aware, I was at that point one of three people with not a fish on the boat, all others had fish of a lifetime of something close in the fish hold, and Adam had told us Sunday morning we could only fit five more. Honestly it was very hard on me. I had also lost a cow at Sunset on the American Angler at the rail (pulled hook) back in mid July, had a tailhooked cow finally pull free on the Prowler just a few weeks before, and lost two the previous night. I was feeling sorry for myself, but refused to give up. I put on a bait on my Fathom 40 rigged with 60 pound, Zinnnnnnnnnnng.....just about neary spooled in about a minute, however, one (actually two) lines crossed mine and one of the hooks ended that battle very early, and realistically, with 60 lb, I was headed for eventual heartbreak. The Crew of the New Lo An, called my number for the kite shortly after that, we were very low on flying fish bait, they pinned one on, positioned it several times, reeled it in, swapped it out, repositioned and you know what evetually happened, FISH ON!!!! After Fifty minutes and lot of grinding....the dream made it to the deck, thank you so so very much Adam, Jay, Markus, Kyrie, everyone on the boat and all of the anglers, it was incredible.