Cossill tried to hold on to the monster by the tail but to no avail. The keen pig hunter went to retrieve his hunting gear from his beach buggy and returned to find the tide had washed the tuna from the shallows out into waist deep water. Cossill waded into the sea and grabbed the fish. "It was kicking the hell out of me," he says. "Just as well I took the time to put my hunting gear on properly because when the gills opened, I grabbed a handful, pulled the knife out and stabbed it."