Down in Florida there was this hurricane named Eddie that made a big ole mess to clean up. Couple days later my hairy, pale ass landed in the Sunshine State for a week of shark fishing. Teeth and grit, sweat and spit, I'm rather thankful to the surf, sands and fish God's for some southern hospitality, delicious subs to-go, full moons and rows and rows and rows of razor sharp teeth that didn't bite any toes off. Bring your towel and drink and come hang on the beach... but just beware of JAWS!
Full report here...
http://bunksoutdoorangle.com/hurricane-beaching-big-bully-sharks/
As always, thanks for reading.
Bunk.