As we idled out into Tampa Bay on a sticky August morning, I didn't quite know what to expect. My tarpon experience had been limited to live-bait fishing because, like any other species, these fish jump at a live meal. But this was to be a plugging trip. I thought we'd be lucky to fool even one fish.
You probably have a pond somewhere near you. And, if you are like most of us, you have probably wondered if there are bass in it. The chances are good that there are, but fishing these small waters is different than fishing a large impoundment.
Like hang gliders or parachutists, the scuba divers pop out from the reef crevice to suspend in a sea of vast blue above a steeply banking wall. Below them cascades an assortment of colorful corals and clouds of tropical fish. Liquid nirvana.
