tarponTarpon are undoubtedly the silver kings of the sea. The big ones mythically appear every spring to swim along there ancient underwater migratory paths, then vanish. But they leave behind their off-spring, (baby tarpon) to keep rods bent and hearts racing until they appear again. Imagine five foot plus creatures swimming in squadrons down the shore line in your direction, straight for your boat, and you feed your offering of a fly to one. When it eats your fly it transforms from what you thought was a fish to a; demon bronco with wings, and speed like a missile. Well that just sends shivers down my spine, gets my heart racing, and sends my head spinning with vertigo. Who wouldn’t like tarpon fishing, right? It can be an exhausting “battle” landing one, but it’s the smile at the end of the day that tells the story.