It’s not supposed to be like this in April, the cruelest month. Howling winds from the northwest, dirty water, dangerously low tides, impossible conditions. We all dismissed each other of any responsibility for catching anything, and then went tarpon fishing with fly rods. Lou hooked the tarpon printed on the back of his jersey right in the mouth. I’m as amazed and gratefull as I can be, the streak remains unbroken, contact, on every trip, including 3 struck two battled and one landed today. We’re not going into the size here, any tarpon today was HUGE!