In the summer of 1976, I invited my brother, Alan, from St. Louis to join us (Geoff and Marylee Halpern and Bob and Jan Flamer) for a few days of fishing at Rancho Buena Vista. On one of those days we were headed at cruising speed  through the so-called "tuna alley" just north of the Ranch. We got bit on a 50 pd outfit and I brought in a very nice tuna. Ultimately, it wound up on the wall of my office and following one of our major earthquakes wound up on the floor. Alan was able to bring in a Marlin ("Lake of the Ozarks was never like this").