As the sun gets higher, we can finally see a group of big laid up tarpon in a white hole. We talk through the best approach as they are scattered a bit haphazardly, heads facing in all different directions. My first cast lands a little short and Brandon tells me to pick up and throw again.The next cast lands where I want it, and we watch as one fish’s interest is piqued. I’m holding my breath, and Brandon murmurs as she turns towards the fly with a gentle kick of the tail, examines it, and surges forward, inhaling it and immediately jumping wildly as she feels the hook.