Four days in the office were enough to make me rabid to fish by friday.
Friday was not good. Winds had increased to 20 mph out of the southeast. I did play around a nighttime bridge and released a 10-pound jack.
By dawn, I slipped into the alleged tarpon spot. I only saw about a dozen fish roll and had no strikes.
A guide in a Ghanoe slipped in behind me on his electric as he slow-trolled live bait for his customers. This convinced me it was time to wrap it up for the day and await better times.
Jan
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