This a.m. another cloudy sky, spring high tide bringing the tarpon close to the shores of North Bay. A tarpon bite is quite an event...why do they start and stop with such definition when laying over basins and deep channels? All of a sudden, stirkes on all rods. Airborne flipsters and adrenaline highs. 3 fish released to 50 pounds..another 3 jumped off. Good luck to the bonefish bretheren in South Bay waiting for midday to reveal tall tails-not tales-under these darkened skies, no seeing into the water. It's possible with uniform black clouds to peer into the water column, but not the mottled puffies aloft which create too much reflection.
Jan
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