Cool Blogger: HORNY SPANISH FLIES was able to land him. I got good pictures. Now a tarpon. We cruised toward home and were almost there when Tag pointed, "Look, Tarpon at ten o'clock." He yanked the throttle back and grabbed the polling pole while we scrambled for a twelve weight rod. She was on the bow deck working out some line when Tag whispered, "Goldie. Cast as far as you can at eleven o'clock. Good cast, now strip about foot or foot and a half long strips. Faster, good. You have a taker, hit him as hard as you can. Great, hit him again and again. He is on. Drop your rod tip when he jumps like that."
