. Outing. Leaper of the Sea 707 ness, it was quite useless to fish any moreon that tide with any lure whatever. Whenthe bubbles of a tarpon rose to the surface,or he came up to blow, we paddled withinfifty feet, threw the bait at the disturbedwater and often captured the fish. Captiva is a little pass and the fish neededa rest, so we moved six miles up the coastto Boca Grande, the big pass, a mile widewith a ten fathom channel, the home ofgreat sea-creatures, from dolphins to tur-tles, from sharks to devil-fish. The pass was they drifted nearer. Soon the spray wasflying over the canoe, while f
. Outing. Leaper of the Sea 707 ness, it was quite useless to fish any moreon that tide with any lure whatever. Whenthe bubbles of a tarpon rose to the surface,or he came up to blow, we paddled withinfifty feet, threw the bait at the disturbedwater and often captured the fish. Captiva is a little pass and the fish neededa rest, so we moved six miles up the coastto Boca Grande, the big pass, a mile widewith a ten fathom channel, the home ofgreat sea-creatures, from dolphins to tur-tles, from sharks to devil-fish. The pass was they drifted nearer. Soon the spray wasflying over the canoe, while from the crestof the waves solid water spilled into thelow-sided motor boat, which was quicklycut loose from the canoe, since it barelyhad power to carry itself out of the tur-moil. A canoe is at home among bigwaves and the hour we spent in that toss-ing water was delightful, even though thework of the camera was not the tired tarpon had received hisfreedom we paddled to the beach, and, keep-. We fought the fish fiercely from the time they struck. wind-swept when we arrived and its turbu-lent water alive with fish of many of gulls, terns and pelicans above,and splashings of jackfish and tarpon be-low, marked the presence of great schoolsof minnows. Nothing was easier than tostrike a tarpon, but then the trouble be-gan. Tide and the tarpon were carryingus out to the near-by, foam-crested rollers,while the motor boat vainly struggledagainst them. We were rushing throughthe water away from the breakers, yetminute by minute, as in an uncanny dream, ing near the shore, made our way back intothe harbor, which we reached at dark, withnothing but pleasant memories to showfor the work of a strenuous day. Thereafter, when the wind was high andthe tide strong, we either fished from ananchorage, or cast anchor from the canoewhenever a tarpon was struck. Some-times, but seldom, the line on the reel gotlow, the fish having carried off five hun-dred feet and we had t
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