Just like Larkin, fly-anglers will do just about anything to get a closer look at this great fish. In fact, I can remember walking along a dock after dark (and a few cocktails) when I noticed some baby tarpon casually swirling around a dock light. These fish couldn’t have been more than 15 pounds, but even still, I just had to get one to eat a fly. I ran back to my room, grabbed an 8-weight and tied on a small white Deceiver. Because of where the tarpon were swimming and the position of the docked boats, I couldn’t make an appropriate cast. The only way for me to get the fly where it needed to be was to climb on top of one of the pilings. From there, the view was beautiful. I had all the backcast room I needed. My first attempt landed just outside of the light. I let the pattern sink, and sure enough, one of the fish ate. Far from sure-footed, I excitedly gave an extra-hard strip strike, but when I did, I lost my balance and fell on the dock. Initially, I thought I’d broken my hip. Luckily, my hip was still intact; unfortunately, my rod was not. But the fish was on! As best I could, I fought the small fish, but after a few seconds, it leaped out of the water and threw the hook. Broken rod, sore hip and all — was it worth it? Absolutely.