The Hook-Up I Never Saw Coming: A Great Surprise

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It was a beautiful morning in April, and I headed out for a late-morning session to fish a rising tide. The spot was new to me, but right away I liked what I saw. The surf was mellow, the current was easy to manage, and the seaweed was light to medium at most. In other words, conditions were solid, so I set up and went straight to sharking.

Soaking Bait and Testing the Bite

While my bait soaked, I decided to test the light tackle bite. It was slow. I tried sand crabs… nothing. Switched to mussel meat… nothing. I looked back toward my rod and noticed the classic passerby standing there, pointing, and trying to tell me I had a fish on.

The thing is, the current often makes it look like there’s action on the rod. To the untrained eye it’s easy to mistake, and this was one of those times. As he walked off, I switched my mussel chunk back to a sand crab while keeping an eye on my rod.

That’s when my rod tipped once, then doubled over, and line started peeling off the reel!

The Run

I sprinted over, grabbed the rod, and right away it felt like a solid run. After about five seconds, I was thinking soupfin. That would have made sense with the water sitting in the 61–63 degree range and it being late spring. Truthfully though, it had been a while since my last shark run, so my guessing game was a little rusty.

I tightened the drag just slightly, leaned back, and let the circle hook do its job.

The Breach

The fish was still taking out a lot of line, but not in a way that seemed unmanageable. It felt powerful, steady, and definitely shark-like. When it slowed, I leaned back to try to turn its head, but there was no give. Then it took off again.

That’s when I saw it.

It came two-thirds out of the water – big, gray, and unmistakable. A great white. And not a small one. In the moment, my brain kept repeating the same thing over and over: it’s big, really big. I’d estimate eight to nine feet (which is still just a juvenile!). Suddenly, it hit me that I was connected to something much bigger and stronger than I was geared for. See my go-to gear below…

Outclassed

Adrenaline kicked in. I waded out to waist-deep water to buy myself some line before getting completely spooled, but the shark just kept taking more. Not an absurd burst, but steady and strong. My technique probably wasn’t picture-perfect, but there was no stopping it. When it slowed again, I tried one more head turn. Right then, the tension vanished. My line went completely slack.

Upon reeling in, I found my top-shot shredded about eight to ten feet back. My setup had been outclassed, plain and simple. And of course, I hadn’t even been wearing my GoPro. Since it was early in the season and a brand-new spot, I honestly didn’t expect much. But now, that decision stung a little.

Still, it was a moment I’ll never forget. I can’t say I was mad about losing it. I didn’t really have a plan for fighting something like that, so maybe it was better that it ended the way it did.

Legalities

To be clear, I know the rules. Targeting great white sharks is illegal, and I was not targeting them (nor do I plan to). No matter how specific you try to be, there will always be bycatch, and this was exactly that. There’s even a small (unlikely) chance it could have been a mako instead of a white. Either way, I stayed in the fight hoping for a chance to safely dehook it or at least cut the leader close to the hook.

With that out of the way, let’s move on.

Wrapping It Up

After retying, I sent my bait back out and managed two more quick runs. Both ended up being medium-sized bat rays. After that, I called it a day and headed home.

It may not have ended with a landed fish, but it was one of those sessions that sticks with you. A reminder that the ocean always has the power to surprise you, and sometimes in ways you’ll never forget.

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