Back in '92 I took a tuna trip out of San Diego, a guy walks in to the charter office, pulls out a card and starts buying. License, pole (penn), reel (penn gold), line, tackle, everything. When we leave he buys a round of chow for all on board. When we did get into the tuna it was good, had a great time, all of a sudden a big yell goes up, Mr. gererous is tired of fighting his tuna, lets go of the pole, and it shoots into the water like an arrow! No one could believe it, he shrugs and says "I was tired of fightin' him". It even made the fishing paper there on the dock after we got back.