He said that this was a good place to catch sharks, so we baited up the hooks, and waited. And waited. And waited. And evidently nobody had informed the sharks. So we pulled up and went to another area, to see if there were any there. There weren’t. It appeared that all of the sharks (and the other fish, other than the ladyfish) had been invited away to someplace else and had not bothered to inform us. So we slowly headed back to our original spot, where he swore that he always caught stuff. Now, I had no reason to disbelieve him. I have done a bit of fishing myself, and I know that sometimes the fish just don’t want to bite. It never crossed my mind that he would be trying to deliberately deceive me, taking me out to a place where he knew we would have zero chance of success that day. I trusted him. So we stayed. We re-baited the hooks, set everything up, and waited. And then one of the poles doubled over – we had a shark! A good, 3-foot hammerhead! |