That is brutal man. Never lost one in the states that big. I had 3 break offs in Mexico that changed me forever (I know I am being dramatic, but wow, it feels that way!). Had one giant that slammed my 10xd on 20 pound fluoro and did this back and forth thing for a while. It went 20 yards one way and then 20 yards the other. At no point, even with my drag pretty tight, could I make this fish do anything. I finally get lucky enough to guide him away from the island into open water, but this fish taught me the new meaning of "open water." The fish gets bored for a bit and just hovers for a while, slowly gliding laterally, probably checking the scenery, and all my pulling could not move the thing an inch...but I was still confident because he was a long way from the island and in "open water." Then the fish did something I had never had happen, after it took a quick rest suspending about 15 to 20 feet deep over 60 feet of water, moby dick went parascope down and dove...and kept diving...and kept diving...it was getting so deep and kept diving, and then I learned that open water does not mean anything to this type of fish. It wrapped me up at the very least 50 to 60 feet down and that was it. I yanked on the line, maneuvered it for 5 minutes, felt my stomach in my throat. It was gone. This happened at the spot that I caught a 10 pounder from previously that morning. I will never forget that moment.