Albino Shark Capture

 Yesterday during an outing on the Deerfield Fishing pier, Team Rebel member Cody "Paper Shredder" Davis was involved in landing one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. I was snook fishing on Juno pier when Cody called me and said they had a shark hooked up that appeared to be all white in color at a distance, and would try to document it as best he could for further analysis. A short while later he informed me that the mystery shark had in fact been landed, but they were not able to get it onto the pier without harming it, so they popped the line and let it return to its awkward and special life. Here are a few pictures of what was determined to be a 4-5ft albino Black-tip shark, we also have a short video clip of this, and will be attempting to post it onto the site soon, stay tuned.

King of the Rotten

    Once in a blood moon, somebody comes along that we at Team Rebel believe has the same thought process as our tight knit group. They also have to have such a high degree of metal fortitude, that metal detectors go off just from being in proximity of one. And though he has been around for a long time, the time is now right for the King of the Rotten to be annexed officially into the Team Rebel metal militia.

 Cody Davis is known far and wide for not only his appetite for metal and appetite for lead bait weights in a bowl of WD-40 for breakfast, but for his land based King fishing skills. He has produced time and time again when nobody else ever can, and produces in a variety of different places, so needless to say this was expected of him eventually.

 The day on the pier was long, and full of a lot of tourists that were bunking up the local fishing scene as usual. The decision was made on the fly to move to a different location and put forth a valiant effort in an area which many deem a wasteland right now. The plan was set and Cody and his crew mobilized northward in search of the might King.

 Upon arrival they found an empty pier, with what few locals were there expressing their feelings on how he would fail on this particular day on their quest for king. Not dettered by these claims, they pushed forward on their somewhat hopless endeavor.

 A raspy voice came across the piers intercom system, signaling that there was only 15 minutes left to fish before the police came and forcefully stopped you from fishing any longer. As all hope was almost a faint memory, Codys reel lit up like a train hit it, with a monster King doing a back flip 15ft above the surface off in the distance. The line instantly came tight and the battle was on, full of blistering (almost reel spooling) runs.  As the pier attendant was making her way onto the pier to clear out Cody and his crew, the fish was finally straight up and down and ready for a a gaff shot to prematurely end its existence. Needless to say, it went off without a hitch.......

Cody and his crew loaded up and headed back to the southland, with spirits high, as not only did he prove that the area is not as much of a wasteland as people believed, but had a 50lb class king-fish in the bed of the truck to prove it. Congrats to Cody on one of the largest Kings taken off the East coast in years, and a big welcome from all of us into the Team Rebel society! Keep your eye out, because with the King of the Rotten, this is the norm!!

 Until next time.... Heads down! Horns up!

Team Rebel Out.........

"We're Back! Osama Death Day Bait Bonanza!"

   Wow! it has been a long time since we have reported in, I fell I'll for the better part of the last month and am finally back at 100 percent and ready to wage a war on the fish of Florida. But a lot has changed since last season, people have come and gone and others you cant rely on, so its time to get a little bit of fresh life in Team Rebel, so a couple of new recruits have been brought in to see if they have what it takes and the drive to defy death in a lot of cases and become part of the metal militia that is Team Rebel.

  Sunday night, as me and Cody were preparing to head north on a bait gathering trip to continue our relentless pursuit of land-based big game, we heard the GREAT news of the timely demise of the infamous Osama Bin Laden, so we have therefore dedicated this report to his death like any good American would!

  We geared up and hit the highway at the crack of dawn to see if we couldn't round up a plethora of fresh jacks to hunt some Icthyans later in the week, but we were in fact met by rough seas at the legendary Juno pier, but still the ocean was pretty active, as large swarms of jacks made their way between the rolling waves just east of the "T". We sprung into action and nabbed about four ranging between 13-25lbs before the tide became low, the wind died down and the sea again became a wasteland.

   Hours passed with nothing to show but a brutal sunburn and our bait that we were trying to preserve under the shade of the fillet table with a moist autographed and personalized Guy Harvey T-shirt due to the mis-communication and lack of sleep from our celebrating the night before, we somehow managed to leave the giant cooler back at Shark Command Central, so we had to make due. Out of no where a football field sized school of silver mullet came barreling through the surf around 4 p.m. and with the lack of bait at the pier we sprung into action and were able to snag 5 lunker sized baits before the pod moved out, thus securing our bait for the waning hours of the day.

   The action was slow and the pier began to crowd, but Cody insisted on placing a 12inch mullet out on his trolly rig to see what would come up for the offering, I was skeptical at first but within twenty minutes of the initial soak, I heard a loud explosion and some other fisherman begin to shout. I leaned over the railing to see a large king-fish about 15ft out of the water with Codys mullet lodged between its razor teeth. Cody sprung into action and after a little bit of a fight and some nice tangles, Cody put this stud king on the deck.

   I was now a believer of the power of the mullet for the day, and with less than an hour until the closing of the pier I took our last mullet and deployed it down my rarely used trolly line. The mullet quickly swam down the line and away from the pier, but within a minute of the large bait leaving our view, the mullet came barreling back at the pier with a green fast moving king-fish chasing it like it was a SCUD missile. The explosion happened just a few feet from the pier and another nice hookup was solidified, and after a brief battle I put another nice king on the deck.

The action was fast but nobody else was landing any on X-raps, so Cody made a reach for our last live bait which was a runner that had been fished 4 times in the past few hours and was barely kicking. Cody was still motivated and slid it down the line with less than ten minutes left until the pier closed and the threats of Sheriffs coming to "take us off" the pier were echoed through the loudspeaker. Within two minutes of the broken blue runner hitting the water, the reel let out yet another hellacious cry and Cody was bowed up once again. He had to rush the fish to the pier as it was literally closing, and with a quick shot on the gaff another nice king hit the deck.

   We quickly gathered up our catch with our tackle haning and dragging off us looking like a giant moving birdsnest and made our way off the pier. For the first trip with Cody it went better than planned, we got a ton of fresh shark bait and got three stud kings while the rest of the pier got blanked on this day. I am looking forward to getting back into the game now as I feel the groove is finally swinging in my favor for the first time this season, so while we are feeling lucky, we are headed in search of giants...

      Until Next Time....God Bless America

  and

     Team Rebel Out!!