I'd given up on the mullet run for the time being and returned to an old summer haunt.
Despite early fall skies of sheared-off clouds and southwest winds, the summer put up its' dukes with blasting heat and cicadas chirping from shoreline trees and was winning the match by 8 A.M. I stuck with the latter opponent and found loads of tarpon...which, for the most part weren't eating- save one! With the help of a "heavy" 12-pound rod and a half-dozen jumps, I had a nice 60-pound tarpon at the boat for release within 10 minutes.
Things felt better again!
Jan
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