3 trips, 8 days.
Trip one – Days of staring at water. Very wavy water. Deep fish. Mostly no sun. Last day – 30 minutes left – fish swimming high and clouds clear. Many torpedoes on the same line. One jumped fish. Explosive eat. Strip set and I get my class back. Fuck. Ate the shock. 140 lbs of glorious. I board the plane happy.
Trip two – cloudy. wrong way fish, rambling fish and fish you don’t see until they are past the boat fish. All tight-lipped fish. Guide swears the one that we first thought was a shark was well over 200. I agree. Big fish. A couple of shots. No eats. Didn’t ef up too badly. Fine time.
Trip three – late season in the backcountry. Day uno – a couple of rollers but otherwise a fine boat ride. Day dos – Baffled. Hundreds of 30 -50lbers rolling around boat for 2 hours. Cast constantly. Perfect cast to TONS. No eats. Unreal. Fishing partner got one. More unreal – saw a 5 or 6 ft. sawfish – quite a gift.
Wind, clouds, rain, a tropical storm, lack of fish. I had a lot of boat rides this summer, with the eternal hope on the morning glide that this day was going to be THAT day – the day I finally boated one of these SOBs. It never happened.
Tarpon fishing should be renamed gambling. Totally exhilarating, more expensive than you want it to be and completely addicting. This was my second season trying for these bad boys – more jumps the first season but none boated. Conditions are against you 80% of the time (and seemingly more if you are me) or the fish don’t show. Tough addiction for an inlander. But when you unroll that cast just right, strip with the correct touch and get the eat – it is total magic.
Here’s to boating one in 2013.
And if any of you folks are interested in sharing a boat for a day or two next season from the keys to appalach, give me a shout.