Prior Arrangements

 We were pleased that we fished one night the previous week and were able to land a decent fish for the first time in a long time, and apparently that little lemon was all it took to ignite a fire under the asses of Viktor and co. to go out and try to get in on a little shark action himself. Vik called me and told me his plan of action and I agreed that it was a good idea and to go pound sand until he got what he wanted. But there was one little problem.....there was no bait...

  Viktor decided he would address this matter himself with a lure that no unwilling future shark bait could deny; the cold steel shaft of his AB Biller spear gun. But the sea was lifeless as it has been for months now, thus making this task much more difficult than it even seemed at first. After a total of 14 hours and 6 locations over the course of two days scanning the depths for stingrays, Viktor finally was able to get a couple small ones and depart back toward the coastline for the original purpose.

 Viktor called me and told me the location he would be fishing on this particular night, and I told him I had some prior arrangements with Cody, and that if something changed we might take a stroll out to scope out the situation. Well, as usual, the plans fell through, so after a long trek back from the northern lands, chewing on beef jerky, and completely overloaded on nicotine and Black Label Society, we launched a sneak attack on the small, discreet shark camp.

 When we walked up on them, I noticed that the beach had the "vibe" that I always mention when I feel like there is something nice swimming in the perimeter of base camp, so we decided to hang out for a while and see what woould come of it. But shortly after our arrival Mikes 12/0 let out a fast and steady run. It sounded like a nice fish had taken the ray, and with one quick throw of the lever, the circle hook was buried in the corner of the fishes mouth and the battle was on!

The fight was short lived but full of plenty of belligerent headshakes and sharp turns. Within a few minutes we saw the signature double dorsal rise up in the wash, and we knew we had a stout Lemon on the other end of the leader. We charged the surf and cody and I secured the tail so we could get a couple quick shots.

After about approximately 30-40 seconds in the wash zone, the shark was on its way back into the trough so it could continue its regular routine and casual cruising and sight-seeing tour up the coastline.

All in all, not a bad not for any of us, even though we had some prior arrangements fall through, we were able to get over to spot x and help out a little bit with Mike and Viktors fish. And one thing we all took from this besides a couple of nice pictures, is the fact that everybody has a fire ignited under their ass right now, and who knows what tomorrow could bring.

Until next time.....

-Team Rebel Out

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March to the Shore

   It didn't seem that long ago, that we were coming off our worst season to date, dull of despair and emergency room trips. Yet, here we are again, the flowers have began to bloom, the ducks are beginning to take flight, accompanied by the endless sniffles and headaches that come along with the spring time allergies. It is time to dust off the gear and try to sneak out for what may be our final spring shark season.

 The smell was in the air, and the motivation was still at an all time low even after an almost year long hiatus from shark fishing. We had no plans to fish at all this year, until something strange occurred a couple of nights ago.... Long-time readers and followers of our operation know what we are talking about when we make mention of the "ducks", and during a nap a couple of days ago I awoke to my dog barking out my front window as if somebody was trying to tear my front door off the hinges. But when I walked out to investigate, a chill shot up my spine when two of the ducks were on my porch, staring through my window with their soulless eyes, and it was at that moment I knew, no matter what had happened in the last year, it was time to get the gear, and march toward the shore, if only for one trip.

 It just so happened that Brendon called me soon after the incident had occured, and I asked if he wanted to give it a go on a whim, which he reluctantly agreed to. However, for the first time in 2012, the skys were about to open up and unleash the floods upon us...

 We took a page out of the old Team Rebel scriptures and decided to beast up no matter what bad weather was coming to give it a shot. We were met with HEAVY resistance from above, and were punished in four hours of blinding rain and lightning, in which we had no shelter, and had to resort to throwing our camera and phones into a maggot infested trash bag to keep the only things that mattered dry, as we stood in the pitch black ocean for 2 hours just to stay warm.

 By some miracle, the rain stopped and shortly after Brendon got a steady run on his rod. He harnessed up and I came tight on the circle hook and the fight was on.

The battle was short but well fought by our adversary, and after about 10 minutes we were happy to see a dorsal rise in the surf. I went out and roped it and we left the guy in the wash zone and snapped a quick pic in the rain during the hook removal process and sending him on his way.

Nice to get tight again, and who knows, maybe we will have to go fishing again one day soon.....

Until next time....Beast Up!

-Team Rebel out

The Sour Taste of Summer

 As we quickly near the annual kick-off of Florida's dreaded hurricane season, the fishing is starting to heat up quickly, along with the asphalt that is now hot enough to fry an egg on, thus signifying that summer is in full swing here in South Florida. Along with summer, some of the lucky ones get to indulge in three month long vacations and all the other benefits that come along with being young still. So to sample the temperate waters, Viktor headed north in search of the somewhat absent Lemon shark to kick off the summer festivities.

 Viktor arrived at location-x at about 2 p.m. to prepare for the tide switch that would be occurring in the next hour or so. And as quickly as he got there, his shark baits were soaking a short time after as visions of large sharks swam in the waters of his day dreams in anticipation of the bite.

After a couple hours time, and a few pesky black-tip bites on his baits, Viktor was soon hooked up to a decent fish that was landed after about a ten minute battle. The fish was quickly subdued and left in the wash from the waves while the hook was removed from this nice Lemon Shark.

 

After a quick Removal of the D-D Extreme Tackle hook, the shark was back on its merry way, to keep terrorizing the surf zones of the North, as the mating season for the Lemon Shark is nearing fast.

 

 Not to bad for an impromptu trip, congratulations to Viktor on yet another fine catch, and a great way to kick-off the summer season of fishing for him. At least now, the sour taste of summer has been taken from all of our mouths...

Until next time....

Team Rebel Out!

This Fish was safely caught and released on a DD Extreme Tackle Shark Rig!!