I've fished for sharks and been on the gettin' end of a 9' lemon off of Pensacola Beach. No boat, no lights, no motorcar, nothing between my buddy and me and him but 100 yards of shallow beachfront ocean and some 100 lb test monofilament. This was 1977 and my bud built custom shark rods for one of the big tackle house on the island and I worked for the last bait house before crossing the bay bridge. We fished a lot in those days.
We did what we called "food chain" fishing. The technique came about mainly because we were poor and didn't have a boat so it was a way to get the larger bait fish needed for the sharks. We would start by working one of the docks and, using a super light 3 foot rod and open face reel, treble hook smelt to bait our larger hooks. With those, we rigged up leaders with weights for casting and we would cast into where the bonita were flushing smelt schools near the docks and jetty's. By pulling a stray smelt out of the school, we were able to lure the bonita to hit our rig and we would land 3 or 4 for the night's fishing. Bonita are a bloody fish and make the best shark bait. That night, all night, we would sit on the beach with whatever intoxicating substances were available and wait for the reels to click over. We used Penn O and OO reels on 72" rods made by Mike. No eyelets - these things had elevated stainless steel pulleys to guide the line. The rods were over 1" in diameter at the base and 1/2" at the tip. The reels themselves probably weighed close to 10 lbs each. We used a leather 5 point deep water harness for holding the rod during the fight. The night we landed the lemon, it took over 2 hours and we found we were able to swap the harness in some of the lull periods so that each of us was able to rest while the other worked the line. The process was to walk up and down the beach, keeping the line taught, with the other guy holding both sides of your waist by the harness. We would make 3 "foxholes" spaced widely apart on the beach as places to go to hunker down if things got hairy. Something that big pulling on you can yank you off your feet hard when you get fatiqued and we used the foxholes for leverage to tire out the fish. Usually though, we would just walk up and down the beach, slowly cranking in the line. The big lemon lost swimming leverage about 20 yards out so it was easy to land him. We used blunt force trauma to persuade him to give up. In the end, he ended up as some steaks and as a set of nice lacquered jaws on Mike's wall in his house.
So, as a "sport" I think we were pretty fair all in all. We took the fight to the fish hand to hand, so to speak, and did it without the use of power equipment. And at all times, we could have lost the battle by losing our footing and grip and being pulled into the surf.
My conscience rests easy.
