Their quivering bodies lit up like neonWhen you hook one your body goes into orbitThey dig in and hold you hostage for a long timeThe fish move in unison like a single organismUnfurling them like capes to make them appear more threatening.If I could jump like a sailfish, I would do it every morningHe was definitely a tough guy.I sent the fly out on a fact finding mission and got results back immediatelyAs I watched the melodic performanceI sent the lure on a fact finding missionHe surgically removed the carp from the river.Dawn flooded the sky with fireThe Tarpon presented an elusive presenceThat snook belongs to Flip's favorite game fish club.That fish is a tough as a 4 wheel drive vehicleRocks don't swimI entered the backyard of my neighborhood (The Everglades)The dolphin were escorting us over the towering wavesThe stars were too well aligned for just one chance at Mr. Blue.The rough ocean made riding the boat more like bull riding.The Cuda and the Pike are so much alike they must have shared the same watch (or waters) at the dawn of time.Whoever would elect to kill a fish that looks like a moon in flight is no friend of mine.Two friends, old and stretching time, fighting fish in a paradise on the upside of the world know as the Florida Keys.No bass anywhere entertained betterWhere was I ? In a dream? The answer was yea and angling dreamThe tarpon nestled like silver trophysThe fish massed like gazelle on the SerengetiWhen you hook a permit is like you pulled out the plug on the bottom of the ocean, and then the ocean is trying its best to suck it back.