For about an hour, we had seen lots of hunting fish close to shore, smashing shrimp and bait, along with the occasional roller.
I had a good feeling about blind-fishing the shallows for the final five minutes before dark, so we anchored up for one last shot.
After only a few casts, the silence broke and guest Mark came tight to something that put the previously scattering baitfish into perspective — a massive jungle tarpon.
Brutal headshakes, chaotic jumps, and the kind of moments tarpon anglers dream about… or have nightmares of.