On another Chandeleur trip we had some guys join us from Minnesota. All they wanted to fish for was sharks. We were like, man, you've got all these specks and reds and you want to fish for fucking sharks? Their explanation made sense. They said, we're from the land of 10000 lakes, everyone up there knows how to catch fish and lots of them. I can come back with pictures of stringers full of fish and it would mean nothing to my friends. I come back with a picture of a shark and I'm a man among men. Perception.

Incidentally they caught a nice 6' black tip the first morning. The boat's cook had that thing filleted and grilled by lunch time. Damn good eating.