We only went for a couple of hours and did very well. We hadnt been out 15 minutes when the first tarpon hit.
It happened to be 'my' turn. O lucky me.
After 20 minutes of fighting this guy - I had to surrender. I couldnt reel it in any more.
I turned the rod over to a friend, Ken who took another 10 minutes to get the fish to the boat. It was (they said it, not me) a 140-160 lb tarpon.
This was sport fishing - catch and release. We got him to the boat, removed the hook and let him go. It was either that or I was eating tarpon every night for the next 3 months!
The second one was for Ken.
It was only a 60 lb tarpon but it looked spectacular when it came out of the water.
The final fish was for Ray, who after bragging about his P90X strength training program, proceeded to snap the end off of this rod right after this picture was taken.
We had used up all of our bait at this point so we drank the rest of the beer in the cooler.
These two looked as tired as I know I am. I am so going to feel it tomorrow.
But you will not be able to wipe the smile off of Ken's face. Nor mine.
Although I may need to do some upper body strength training to avoid a repeat of surrendering to a fish.
B.
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