Last night's adventure on the water was a thrilling reminder that even after a week of cold and windy weather, the snook are always waiting. With the moon nearly full, I set out to see if I could stir up some action. As I cruised along the mangroves, the silence was oppressive. Cast after cast, I waited for a sign of life, but the water remained still and unresponsive. The minutes ticked by, and I began to wonder if I'd made a mistake coming out. But then, a lone mullet jumped in the distance, shattering the stillness. My heart skipped a beat - finally, a sign of life! I quickly made my way over to the area and started casting. A few more splashes guided me to a small point, where I made a cast that would change everything. The moment I hooked up with that monster snook, adrenaline flooded my body. The battle was intense - she took off like a rocket, making one of the longest runs I've ever seen from a snook. My heart was racing, but I managed to keep my cool, and after a few more runs and head shakes, I landed her under the moonlit sky.