
'We don’t expect to catch monsters in British seas': The return of the bluefin tuna
'Nine o’clock, 200 yards!’ yells the lookout on the flying bridge. They were there, a maelstrom of bluefin tuna crashing into baitfish, scimitar tails scything the water, every fish more than 100lb. It was all slightly unreal. Apart from conger eels, …