Mad Brad | Wicked Tuna

All right, we're going to haul up now and come in. Weird fishing, there's fish around. There's a couple bites; you don't mark that many. It's just very strange. There's a ton of boats out here; everybody's trying to get their last licks in before the end of the season. A lot of fish ate other people's baits; they didn't get to us. They're around, but it's still strange.

Ranger, at a certain point, you make a decision to go in. You can't keep torturing yourself waiting for a tuna fish to bite. I don't want to go in right now; we've been on an amazing hot streak, and going in means we've accepted that the streak is over. You've got baited lines hundreds of feet deep, and once you pull those up, you're out of the game.

Oh my God, don't reel it in! [Music] Oh, five more minutes! Look at him, look at him! Why did we do this? We could have had a triple. You don't know that. For a great fisherman like Brad, this is the worst thing that could happen. We missed a huge chance by only a couple of minutes. We missed it; it happens. I'm pissed because that was the best set of marks we had all year, and we just pulled our lines in. Like, it's not fair. Would we have hooked up? Probably. Would we have landed it? Who knows? I'm not... Jesus Christ, that was a huge kick in the dick. Right in the bald.