Hi anglers...........

[NYCitySue7@aol.com]

Just got back from Sheepshead Bay. Fished with my brother today... I unfortunately came out with zero, and of course, my brother showed me up by catching 2 sharks. Babies, but sharks none the less. Never knew we had sharks in the bay here, and they go for spearing. Would be appreciative if you long time anglers could tell me what kind of sharks these are.
Thanks, and tight lines to you all.
Susan

[Deep C]

Tis the great white smooth hound! Doggie dick!

reminds me of long ago...

My name is Fishmial and this is my story...
Thar we were bravin the North Atlantic. Nor-Souer blowin from the E-West. Twas squirrly at best. A thousand degrees hotter than hell at that latitute melted our oilskins right offin us. Larger ships of steel aimed at our scuppers and protecting their turf. Skip the Georges Banks or Flemish Cap! Pansy covered pastures compared to the mighty Two Mile Bend!
Me and my boatswain mate, No Beard, readied the gear. Had to watch what we was doin. Size 2 hook go clear though the tip of a finger and cary ye to Dave Jones locker if ye aren't careful. Or can give you a nasty poke and make you say "ow".
We posistioned our Intruder on the bend where we figured the most damage could be made. Intruder was a grand old scow with her crows nest pushin up through the clouds. The ol girl was a tried and tru shark raisn machine and bore the the scars to prove it.
We lowered the workin gear and drew a mighty bite. Coil after coil, fathom after fathom of our finest line raced off the deck. Finally we got a wrap on the sampson post. Me matey leaned into the beast. We wasn't sure if our muscles would hold or worsen yet if the transom would be torn from the stringers! Arghh.
The sun raced across the sky as the battle ensued. Then I could see the fearsome beast just a shimmerin beneath the surface. I readied the lance and prepared the poons but on Intruder we is manly mens and decided to wrestle the beastie over yon gunwales and onto the deck of death. Then all was quiet. Sweat and blood poured from the scuppers. Silent in our victory . Silent was he in defeat. I yelled that all was clear. I had No Beard fetch me his quills and marlin spike so I could scrimshaw me a memory of the epic bugger. To that day I raise a toast. To Doggie Dick the great white smoothhound! That scrimshaw for generations to come shall remain here etched in the Cuttle bone of a dreaded Dell squidly for the seafarin mens and wimins to ponder before their next trip over the horizon...


Real name is a smooth dogfish...

[NYCitySue7@aol.com]

Hello, thank you

[rmoody79]

Hello, thank you

ahh. the pleasure of dogfish. not only are they around, they around in insane numbers, the bane of any anglers existence.

[NYCitySue7@aol.com]

Hi Deep C, that was some story. Very cute!
Have a great week!