It's not perfect, mind you, but it is niiiiiice.
#Andy mill tarpon fishing movie
And does the movie capture the spirit of it all? Yup. The tarpon is the hot-rodder's ultimate muscle car, complete with all the flashy chrome and zero-to-60 punch. And they're after the most incredible fish anyone could ever imagine. He's being moved along on a floating platform by another guy with a bigger stick. Chasing Silver is tarpon fishing distilled down to its elements most raw: There's a guy with a stick. Other times, the gear measures up to the task and the lucky angler is rewarded with a big beautiful thing by the side of the boat. Sometimes one bites what you threw at it, storms off 100 yards or more and ditches a hook that couldn't hang on. Sometimes the fish peers at an offering and just speeds off into the depths, unimpressed. Tarpon anglers KNOW what the perfect fish is, and they are looking to connect. (That's pretty easy.) But the Zen of what's going on may be a bit inaccessible to you. If you don't get it, if your jaw doesn't drop when you see a silver submarine slowly pursue an undulating fly, just allow yourself to be wowed by the scenery. Don't ask why these guys do what they do. (And man, do they catch the fish.) But don't look for much how-to info. And how are the stars of this little show going after these beasts? With flimsy fly rods and lures made out of feathers. Plus, the fish owns a mouth so tough, a full-sized crab gets crushed inside like popcorn in the maw of a 10-year old. They are going after a fish that literally swims right out of the water as it tries to get away - muscling itself upward into the air, higher and higher, water no longer holding it back, twisting and contorting, shaking and rattling and sending spray flying in all directions, all within a hang time worthy of an NFL punt timer. Insane fish bums - BUMS!- hiring insane charter captains, to put them on an insane fish, which they try to catch with the most insane method possible. I consider this one of the greatest things I have done - and that is just on CONVENTIONAL gear.
And after so many sunburns and near-misses, so many years of babbling like a complete idiot about them to anyone who would listen, I finally caught and released a few of my own. I've hung on every word of my tarpon guide, as I tried - for years- to connect with one of these fish. Been totally beaten up by fish longer than I am tall. Plenty of fish have sent me home disappointed.
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