I was able to get outta town for a week in late May, perfect timing for a winter escape. Yes, I said winter. It was still winter here in Bozeman in late May. My friend AD and her family were gracious enough to allow me to hang out for the weekend, and it was amazing to say the least. We did a bunch of Tarpon fishing each day, picking up a nice Siver King about once a day at sunset. They were on the move in the Pass at Boca Grande, so there were a bunch of boats and a bunch of action to watch. Lots of hoots and hollers from nearby boats, as Tarpon picked up pass crabs and performed acrobatics with power and style.
I was lucky enough to be the first one of our group to hook up with one on the trip, and it was by far the most powerful fish I've ever fought. Never in my life have I even considered throwing in the towel against a fish, but about 15 minutes in I have to admit it did cross my mind. Of course I didn't give up, and here's what the beauty looked like...
