Well I haven't got a funky Tuna story, but we went for a night dive last night at 11pm. The rain cleared, but there was still a bit of ground swell and kicked up weed in the water. Over the rocks it was quite clear though. Saw some flatties on the way out, but they were a bit small, so I tucked in shallow to hunt the bass. There were only a few small ones about, but carried on anyway. I bumped into my dive buddy Matt Barlow, who already had a 5lber on his belt. Having shot nothing and getting annoyed, I swam up a gully into 4ft of water, and there in the torchlight was a slab of silver. I took the shot and pretty much stoned it through the top of the head. By this time, a nice set of waves came in, up the gully and turned it into a washing machine. Torch, gun, fish, rocks, all whizzing around me :blackeye. I grabbed my prize in the gills and headed out for deeper water. Met up with Matt and Teo, and swam back to shore. The bass weighed in at 9lb at 1am this morning.