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Started out in the bay before sunup to see what was happening...answer...NOTHING. I packed up and was at the surf by 9:00. Water looked real good but nothing wanted my super spook. I was watching the pelicans destroying the mullet up and down the coast as mullet was everywhere. Looked over and saw a guy hook up with something large and he battled it for at least fifteen minutes. Made my way over there in time to see him land a good sized jack. He had been in a yak and said there were hundreds of jacks working the beachfront. I grabbed my "big rod" and baited it with shad. Threw it out from the 2nd bar and walked the rod in. By the time I got there he was on. Not what I was in the water for but sure had fun.
Now the story...
I was goofing around in that second gut catching the MESS out of the whiting. I had my floating net with me and dumped one in there as I may want some cut bait. You ever get that feeling that you're not alone? Well I turned around to look at the net just in time to see a three to four foot shape swim under my net. I swatted my rod at the shape, it turned, I guess saw me, and panicked. That dude shot out between my freaking legs bumping my right leg up. This very well could have been a jack so I'm not saying it was a shark. Now I am one who believes that Jesus walked on water. I also know that I RAN ON WATER for a good ten yards. My wife was on the shore and said she heard me "B..ch scream". It's true. I screamed my butt off, threw my rod (later found it), and nearly crapped my waders. I'm not ashamed to say that I am one of those who is scared crapless by sharks. I was that kid who when Jaws first came out refused to get in the bath tub!
Later that morning I had convinced myself that it was a jack, therefore no big deal right? I stopped by the beach a couple hours later at the Sea Isle traffic light in time to see a guy releasing a six foot bull shark. I crapped my pants again for the second time...
I have a fantastic boat at Sea Isle. Think I'll stay in it from now on!
Now the story...
I was goofing around in that second gut catching the MESS out of the whiting. I had my floating net with me and dumped one in there as I may want some cut bait. You ever get that feeling that you're not alone? Well I turned around to look at the net just in time to see a three to four foot shape swim under my net. I swatted my rod at the shape, it turned, I guess saw me, and panicked. That dude shot out between my freaking legs bumping my right leg up. This very well could have been a jack so I'm not saying it was a shark. Now I am one who believes that Jesus walked on water. I also know that I RAN ON WATER for a good ten yards. My wife was on the shore and said she heard me "B..ch scream". It's true. I screamed my butt off, threw my rod (later found it), and nearly crapped my waders. I'm not ashamed to say that I am one of those who is scared crapless by sharks. I was that kid who when Jaws first came out refused to get in the bath tub!
Later that morning I had convinced myself that it was a jack, therefore no big deal right? I stopped by the beach a couple hours later at the Sea Isle traffic light in time to see a guy releasing a six foot bull shark. I crapped my pants again for the second time...
I have a fantastic boat at Sea Isle. Think I'll stay in it from now on!
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