When I got up this morning at four a.m. I thought I should reconsider my trip because of the flying rain and house shaking wind. Today I fished with Clyde and Clyde. The Clydes don’t back down, “let’s go tarpon fishing with fly rods,” So off we went at dawn, into the soup and the sea and the howling winds. Turbid water, impossible to find shelter, windy, it’s March. ….Tarpon, on fly, with video documentation, in the boat. 50 lb’s. …Clyde on the foredeck.
March 27, 2003
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