" Your heart pounds as the fly lands
close to a pod of oncoming tarpon. You see the second fish of the group peel off to look at your offering. You strip one more time, and a mouth like a bucket inhales your fly.

In the space of six seconds, you have hit the big fish twice with good sets; your guide has yelled something you did not hear, and a one hundred-pound silver beast has cartwheeled across the surface sixty feet in front of you. Three times.

Luckily you’ve held onto the twelve weight and now you’re in for a ride from something that is taking line more like a freight train than a fish."