August 14th, 2003
I was
jarred awake by the alarm, it was 04:30 and I had only been asleep for 4 hours,
I have to stop watching those late movies.
I
jumped up and threw on my shorts, thongs and lucky fishing shirt (new) ran out
to my truck and took off for a 110 miles drive down the coast of central FL on
the gulf of Mexico to a little town called Punta Gorda. I ended up at the marina
at Ponce de Leon just as my guide Captain Allan was arriving with his boat and
mate (Angel).
We
loaded our gear and took off for the Gulf to catch bait which was a good 45
minute run at 45 miles per hour. There was little bait in the bay due to the
last weeks huge rain storm. 14" of rain in the last 6 days.
We
started catching bait in the gulf by 8:15. We only keep Threadfin for our Tarpon
bait. About 1 in every 10 caught. We caught bait and headed back in to the inner
bay for the next 25 minutes and started fishing for Tarpon. Drifting with live
bait on a 6 foot 80# leader and a small yellow float using a 7 1/2' spinning rig
with 30# test line. This is light tackle fishing at its best. Looking for 100#
fish with light gear.
I
didn't have to wait long. After 30 minutes there was a eruption at my bait and
the first fight was on, Wholly sh*t a monster Tarpon about 160# takes the bait
and came charging out of the water trying to throw the hook. I manage to fight
through his first 3 jumps and on the fourth, he comes crashing with such force
that he snaps the 80# leader. I am really in the dump. I figured I just screwed
up the fish of the day. I did not bow to the fish as he jumped to give the line
some slack. Good lesson.
45
minutes pass, while we wait and discuss my failure. "Thunk," here we go again,
not as big, but a great jumper and a second chance for me. OH crap he's gone.
More discussion on my fishing abilities. These guys are ruthless. And I paid to
get this attention($379.00).
20
minutes later the Capt. spots a poon at his bait, yells at me and hands me the
rods, I let the spool run free for 3 seconds and flip the bail. reel up the
slack fast and set the hook, Yes, nice hook up and the fish is in the air, over
and over the fight is on. After about 8-10 minutes on doing it right the fish
comes out of the water towards the boat and bang the line snaps and he is gone.
More crap from the crew. I think its the knots that Angel made. He doesn't think
so.
Lots of looking
and many Tarpon spotted ( 50-75). Another hour + goes by and I am getting
worried. Time is running out and so is the bait. We are catching and loosing
bait to ocean cat fish. About 10-15 during the morning.
It is 12:45 and
we spot Tarpon at the bait. WOW we have a double hit and the cluster F is on.
The tarpon roll and run in different directions, what is happening??? As we both
reel we realize that only one fish is on. The Captains line comes running up my
line to the tip and it looks like a tangled mess. Angel cuts away the mess as my
fish heads out to where it wants to go and rips off 80 yard of line, and starts
his jumps as I regain control. Jump, jump, jump and jump, I bow to the fish at
each jump, I keep the rod up and as much tension as I can hold. When he gives me
a chance, I reel up line, pump reel, pump and reel. Now we add a new trick,
around the boat with the fish with the Capt. and Angel yelling "don't touch the
boat with the line, keep moving, keep the tip up and keep pumping, keep tension
and keep moving with the fish and don't let the line touch the boat." Yelling
and laughing and sweating as the fight goes on. I have learned from the other
fish. It is going well.
Its been 30
minutes and I need to PEE bad. The fishing belt is pushing right on my bladder.
I keep wondering how long this will go on. I am sweating like a pig, (did I
mention that it is about 97 degrees on the water and 90% humidity and very
little wind.) The fight goes on. As the fish begins to tire, I feel like I am
getting the upper hand and the jumping has stopped, however the pulling is
relentless. I get the fish within 20 feet of the boat and we can see that it is
about 90-100 lbs and starting to tire more. How much longer I ask stupidly, when
the fish rips off another 60 yard and the Capt says that cost you another 20
minutes.
I
feel like I am getting sick. I need to PEE so I can't drink, but I need to drink
now. My arms and hands are shaking and I feel like I need to eat. How can I eat
with this fish pulling my arms off?
Just as I am
beginning to think of quitting, the fish starts to surrender and I move him
closer to the boat. The Capt. leans over the boat and grabs the fish by the
mouth and the fish thrashes and the Capt retreats for another chance. 2-3 times
more before the fish gives up. We snap a few pictures and holding the fish, we
move him along until he is slightly revived and away he goes to fight another
day.
I am beat and
wobbly, as I sit down and drink a 32 oz Gatorade, 2 power bars and hang my
sweating head. It had taken me 65 minutes to land the Tarpon.
Both the Capt
and mate, along with a nearby fishing boat congratulate me on my fish. It seems
like they feel I did everything right and Angels knots have held. Later we find
the tip of the pole has lost its eye and the line has been rubbing on the metal
holder and the line is severely frayed as well as the knots. Angel states that I
was lucky to land that fish. I feel that it was meant to be.
I hope you
enjoy my day.
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