I’m back. I’m back in California from my week in the Keys where the fishing was hard and the friendships easy.
I’ll get to posting later this week, but I wanted to give a little color to events of the past seven days.
In short, we got our collective asses handed to us by Mr. & Mrs. Tarpon. Seems like the big fish had mostly stopped running the ocean side flats by the time we got there, although there were a few big herds seen and cast to (although not by me).
The number of tarpon seen in a day, sometimes counted in the hundreds, on this trip were often counted in single digits. There were not water jugs poured over any heads in celebration on this trip, but it had its moments, although mostly of the friendship type and not the fishing type.
I’ll get some stories up over the next few days.