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TarponThe last two weeks of my life have been incredibly hectic between school, moving into my new pad, and attending Sea School to attain my Capt.’s license. I eventually got some free time and set for the water in full stride. I fished one of my favorite places to duck hunt on the Lagoon, a mosquito impoundment that backs up to multi million dollar mansions along south A1A. Thank goodness the mangrove labyrinth provides cover from the eye sores. Oddly, the best part about the impoundment is the mosquitoes because they keep all other sane fishermen away. Therefore, the tarpon that inhabit the impoundment rarely, if ever, see a human being, except my ugly mug. The tainted water looks like tea from the red mangrove leaves decaying, but ten times cleaner then the Indian River Lagoon itself. We found fish sunning their backs like local coeds at the beach, larger pools were filled with groups fining, and along with spotting them in the tea. Like most juvenile poons, these can’t resist Borski’s “Skunk,” no matter the flavor. I am reserved on calling some of these fish juvenile’s because unlike other impoundments along the Lagoon, this one was closed off and repealed from the list of impoundments Indian River County manages. Therefore, Grandma and Grandpa might be living in the tea, but their growth has been stunted by the size of the impoundment. These kings raise the question to scientists, do tarpon just spawn offshore?