Dad's turn again.
I didn't mention it before, but we had been seeing lots of sheepshead all week. We cast to lots of them, but they are the most spooky fish on the flats. They must have fantastic eyesight. If they were inside of 60' they would see us blink our eyes, and they'd be GONE. They're not the fish that people dream of catching, but they probably should be. They're extremely challenging to catch on a fly rod. Tossing bait out and waiting is an easy way to catch lots of them, but sight casting to them with a fly rod is a completely different ball game.
Anyway, Dad was up again. He has cataracts (getting them removed in a couple of weeks), so he couldn't spot fish very well. When he was on the deck, I'd stand behind him and help him spot fish and locate the fish that the guide would spot. We were poling along, and I saw a big blue tail coming at us. I thought it was a red, but then the fish turned sideways and we saw that it was a big sheepshead. Dad saw it then, about 30' away. Thankfully, the water was pretty murky and there was a lot of grass right there. The fish was focused on the bottom and, miraculously, didn't notice Dad's casting movement. Dad dropped the fly about 18" in front of the fish - not close enough. He picked up the line to make another cast, and the fish still didn't spook. UNbelievable. He made a perfect cast this time and dropped the fly about 4" in front of the fish's nose.
We watched the fish move over the fly and then down onto it. Dad waited for the fish to drive the fly into the bottom and get it into his mouth, and then he set the hook. TOUCHDOWN!!! The fish was off like a rocket, and the fight was on. We were all cheering and hollering. Dad had a trophy-sized sheepshead on the fly. The guide was more excited about that than any of the other fish we caught all week. It's a rare catch on a fly.
You do NOT want to put your fingers in this mouth.
And that was the last fish of the trip.
We woke up just as early the next morning to start our long drive home. It's a LONG way down to South Padre from Abilene, and even farther from my dad's house in Tulia. We packed all our gear into the truck before the sun came up, and I walked back to the dock for one last look before we left. I saw a big tail as I was walking up. Then I saw another tail with a dorsal fin in front of it. BIG fish. Then another, and another. It was tarpon. There was about 10 acres of rolling tarpon all around the dock. Many were passing by within easy casting distance. I thought about rigging up real fast and casting to one, but we didn't have a boat. The big fish would most likely have spooled me while I was stuck on the dock. I just watched them and vowed to come back again to catch one. I didn't even take a picture of them. It was just too sickening.
NEXT time, I WILL catch a tarpon.

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