... Father and son team of Joe & Ray joined me for the vampire shift. Joe called me late Friday afternoon inquiring about a charter. The mullet run is on, it's full moon and the tide changes to outgoing at midnight, those are like the ingredients to the perfect chocolate chip cookie. Fortunately Joe and Ray are as crazy about fishing as I am and they were more than keen to fish that night, midnight through sunrise. When we were launching the other guys were already leaving, so we pretty much had the place to ourselves. You could just feel that things were going to happen that night. With live mullet in the well we headed to where the Tarpon should be and they were already on station. I don't think the first bait was in the water 45 seconds before it got hit. The Tarpon action was wild and crazy. We had 11 fish on and two fish to the boat. Ray also landed about an 80 lb Bull Shark on mono leader. Ray had the magic touch for the Tarpon and saw most of the action while Joe was pretty much a spectator. I should get a grant to study this phenomenon as it happens fairly regularly, I'll call it "Hot Angler Syndrome". This was Ray's first Tarpon fishing trip and what a treat he had, soon he was fighting these fish like an experienced Tarpon fisherman. Unfortunately Tarpon have a way of coming unbuttoned for no really good reason, that's just how Tarpon fishing goes, you need to hook a bunch of fish to land a few. What I have already learnt about Hot Angler Syndrome is that it is temporary and is bound to pass from one angler to another. The pendulum will swing, so if you are enjoying "Hot Angler Syndrome" don't get too full of yourself as the longer you have it the closer you are to having it depart. Ray must have already understood this as he didn't gloat at all about his dad's lack of Tarpon hooking, just as well because as soon as we went Snook fishing the transfer happened. Joe then contracted "Hot Angler Syndrome" and landed a 33 inch Snook and a 36 inch Snook with Ray now doing spectator duty. As the sun came up the "Hot Angler Syndrome" was transferred back to Ray who landed a nice slot sized 31 inch Snook. By the time we were ready to pack it in the eyes were droopy and the body tired but my hat goes off to these guys for their enthusiasm and willingness to fish through the night, nice to meet other fisherman who are not afraid of a little sleep deprivation.