If you like a fly fishing challenge, if you want to fly from place to place through the howling winds, run eighty miles a day, fight your way through the tides, the googans, and the limited water clarity, you might catch a few fish like these. March is a bitch with the wind, but the snook are on the move, tarpon are popping up when you least expect it and the reds are eager. Just don’t expect to load the boat, this is extreme fishing and requires some dedication. I’m booked through the middle of June but I’m hoping for a few trips in late June and July, unless Montana intervenes.
