I always find it interesting to begin your day in one part of the world and end your day in some other part. Arriving at the destination, I usually find myself shaking my head in disbelief and asking myself, “what the hell am I doing here?” These trips almost always revolve around fly fishing and it is our vehicle of exploration that takes us places we normally wouldn’t go.
We began our day in the early AM packing our bags in Pennsylvania before driving to Newark, NJ to hop on a jet plane. After several long lines and a pretty serious security breach we were the last ones to arrive at the gate for boarding. We made it just in time. Four hours later, we stepped off the plane and into a hot Caribbean sun with a customary shot of rum and a “welcome to paradise”.
A few hours later, we unpacked and found ourselves with nothing to do, but go fishing. A descending sun left us with only one option: nighttime tarpon. Before long, we found ourselves with severe cases of line burn and tarpon thumb from hooking tarpon from a 20 foot high bridge. We couldn’t have asked for a better start to the trip.
Stay tuned.
My First of 2011.
Checking For Sharks.
Release.
The First Fish of the Trip.
New Personal Best For Adam.
Crazy Eyes.
One and Done Tarpon Bunny.
Strip Setting From Bridge = Line Burn.
Lipping Tarpon With Bare Freshwater Hands = Tarpon Thumb.
Average For Where We Are.
Light in the Darkness.