Here's a little sharkage out of Florida captured by Captain Jeff Littlejohn. It appears one of his sports has a small blacktip on the line, when all of a sudden Mr. Giant Hammerhead comes a lurking. Not sure who says it, but someone recommends the angler let the hammer feed, because they don't want the blacktip anyway. This is comical to me, because it's a classic case of something that sounds like fun until the second it starts, then you're not so sure it was a great idea. Suddenly there is worry about "poles" getting broken, followed by a frantic command to "cut the line." It reminds me of a buddy of mine that thought it would be neat to feed a lemon shark a permit fly on the flats. Exactly 8.2 seconds later, he had kissed his $80 spool of fly line goodbye.