An 18lb jack crevalle that took me into my baking 18 times, and spooled me twice. After that it became a tug of war for the next 15 min until I finally beached the fish. Getting this photo was no easy task, I was a mile from my mom and sisters resting on the beach, and they had the camera. So, I strung up the 2 jacks that I caught with some 30lb maxima across my rod case, then put the rod case over my left shoulder and started down the beach. This was hard enough with 30lbs of jack crevalle balance on my shoulder, but my left hand had started to cramp badly from fighting the fish. I finally got to my mom, and dropped the fish at her feet. She just looked up and me, and was like "oh my god". I told her how I caught them, and how I was sitting on the beach on minute, and the next there was a 50-yard long bait ball 70 feet from me. I told her how I hooked 3 fish in 3 casts, and how the pelican got tangled up in my line, and I fought him and the jack for abbot a minute until the pelican got free. I told her how a local man dove into the water to land my fish. I told her about the locals who offered me weed after the catch because they were so impressed, how I gave them some flies but didn’t think taking the week would be a good idea. How I dropped my streamer box in the frenzy, only to find it 15 min later at my feet on an incoming wave (lucky). Anyways, we took a few pics of the fish, then went over to some locals selling jewelry, and asked them if they wanted any of the fish. The said they would trade 2 silver bracelets for the fish, but they wanted the in ice, at 5:00, and it was 2:00 at the time. So, I went up to the hotel restaurant, and asked them if they could put the fish on ice for me. They said no way, so I got this waited that we new to grab some buckets of ice for us, and we hid them beneath the sink with the fish in them. At 5 the locals were more than willing to trade, so I went ahead and gave them the 2 fish in exchange for 2 bracelets from my sisters, an ankle bracelet for my mom, and a pure silver one for a girl back in Walla Walla that I knew . All in all this was one of the best experiences I have ever had. I think it was the sound of that jack ripping out 200 yards of backing on the first run, or maybe it was the site of the line flying through the water, and sending up a 15-foot spray of water behind it. Whatever it was, this is a moment I will never forget. There is something about catching a fish yourself, what mean is that, you find the fish, tie the fly, make the leader, hook the fish, fight and land it. No guide, no boat, just the sand, the salt, and you.