10'4" hammerhead landed from Sharky's Pier

Any other Friday night, I would have been at my favorite karaoke bar, hitting on your girlfriends. However, I was on the kayak, paddling out three baits off Venice Pier, thinking about how Northern European women are all beautiful because the Vikings were selectively breeding. Good job, men.

Anyways, around 5:20 Jimmy starts commenting on how my 14/0 is shaking and making noise. Turns out when I relocated my rod, I forgot to turn the clicker on. Great start. So I finish my drink, and calmly walk over to what I figured was an over zealous nurse shark. The fish begins to pick up speed, and the crowd slowly accumulated.

This is the text I sent to Dan and Sean... "EMERGENCY! BIG F€£¥INGE FISH AT VENICE PIER! JOHN JOHN" not sure if Tony typed it, or I did it between sipping my cigar city beer.

Neglecting the offer for a *****-belt or whatever mates with the rod gimble to create a more pleasurable experience was a bad idea, as I sat on top of my boys for three hours on this fight. Surviving the odds, risking three cut offs from passing boats, the fish worked its way against the tide. Jimmy screamed "Its a hammer, he's trying to work against the ride so he can rest on breaks." I realized I was in for a long fight at that point.

Luckily, my fellow guitarist from Justdrivesouth arrived with a six pack and a burger for me. Thanks Tony Isgrig!

So we work our way back and forth on the T, praying the fish cooperates. Halfway into the fight, we were counting frays in the line, and jimmy mentions that the leader he rigged me up with while I was kayaking was a ****ty jewfish leader with a huge cut in the mono.

Great.

So I back the drag off a little more.
The reel took off again, as the fish had gotten its second wind, and was putting expired HT-100s to their test. 300 yards, 350 yards, 450 yards, 700 yards, the fish was starting worry me at this point, as a skiff boat approached from the north. Dan got the kayak out of Jimmy's truck and paddled towards the incoming boat. I've never seen him so goddamned happy.

The fish gives, then takes, then gives, then takes, then finally surfaces about 250 yards to the north. "IT'S A HAMMERRRR!!!!! AND IT'S HUGE!" the fish surfaces literally twenty yards from Dan and he doesn't see it quite yet.

The fish heads south, as it was determined that it had to be beached on the south side of the pier. Awesome. I hadn't realized the large crowd that gathered. Mind you, that it was about 7:45, so the entire state of Wisconsin was there to watch the sunset. "OFF THE RAIL, OFF THE RAIL, MOVE, GET OUT OF THE WAY, ohh yoga pants..., WATCH THE HELL OUT" were some of the more polite things said. Thankfully, the entire situation was being assisted by people who knew what to so, and how to manage. Thanks guys. Seriously.

So we work our way down to the bait shop, and the fish basically beaches itself on the sandbar. Jimmy and the Bobby are mid-air by the time I look over, swimming to the sandbar. By then I was full sprint with my 14/0 to the beach. Did I mention Ohio and Michigan were there too? More yelling, screaming, and nice butts in yoga pants.

I get on the beach and sprint full force into the waist deep trough, jimmy and bobby and Dan have all got this under control by then. There must have literally been three hundred people there.

At this point, words can't even do justice to the state of mind I was in.
Exhausted, slightly buzzed, and just... So epic.
The second I get my hands on the shark, I put both arms in the air with the 14/0 and scream a noise that I couldn't have ever recreated.

Pictures, taped out, redbull can, and celebrating, pictures et cetera... And Jimmy, Dan, Bobby, and I start working on getting the shark back to health. Dan and Jimmy manage to get the shark over the sandbar and on its way to whatever it's fate may be.

8:07, the sun finally starts to set, and walking back up the pier, the orange-red-violet of the sky reflecting off the water, the last visible thing was that huge sickle shaped fin disappearing into the horizon..

It's so important that we maintain preserving these wonderful large sharks so that future generations can enjoy what we do, as some of us only find true solace on the sand. If you can't manage getting in the water with your shark to release it, then you should just stick to bass fishing, you ****.

But yeah, here's some pictures. Thank you everyone that contributed by helping, pictures, getting the hell out of the way, and even the few cute girls in yoga pants that did absolutely nothing.

Thank you all.


Edit, no pictures yet, my iPad won't communicate with my phone, and I have to work. But yeah, there's a video too but when I get home tonight, I'll take care of that.

Or just get on Facebook.
https://www.facebook.com/john.widmanniv


There were no beers harmed during this experience. Okay fine, maybe a couple of beers.

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  • kmagnusskmagnuss Posts: 2,870 Captain
    Awesome story! Can't wait for the pics.
    Tarpon... everything else is just bait.
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  • GROUPER SCOOPERGROUPER SCOOPER Posts: 1,871 Captain
    Is there going to be photographic proof of the yoga pants???


    Great catch.Lookin forward to the flics.
    Everything affects everything.You can't just change one thing.Every thing is connected.
  • BinderBinder Posts: 3,857 Captain
    Cool write up and look forward to the pics and video. Mmmm yoga pants...
  • PtsrhenryPtsrhenry Posts: 256 Deckhand
    Sounded like a blast!
    RANGER BAY 2300
  • WadeFishermanWadeFisherman Posts: 437 Deckhand
    The first paragraph was the best start to any fishing story I have ever heard. Nice work!!
  • BeeknBeekn Posts: 136 Deckhand
    Well done on the fish and quality write up!
  • BeeknBeekn Posts: 136 Deckhand
    Please post pictures, if you can. Thanks.
  • StevieDStevieD Posts: 21 Greenhorn
    Great post
  • JwidmannJwidmann Posts: 8 Greenhorn
    Photos are up!
  • red_magnetred_magnet Posts: 498 Deckhand
    That is an amazing story thanks for the photos
    I owe it all to my Granny and Bill Dance....
  • RMDRMD Posts: 1,796 Officer
    Great pics, looks like the one dude is dunking his reel underwater. That can't be good.
    [SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
  • Flat_TopFlat_Top Posts: 298 Deckhand
    Great write. I can see that playing out on that pier. Nice CPR on the fish.
    Sell Your Stuff, Keep The Dog, Live On An Island
    Howard Livingston & Mile Marker 24 Band
    Beer Can Collection
  • jkilday4jkilday4 Posts: 31 Deckhand
    Wow - Nice job, but you didn't hook up with a northern Euro chic for some icing on the cake? C'mon man!
  • Shark bittenShark bitten Posts: 209 Officer
    A hammerhead with a 6 pack and cheese burger to go please.
  • JwidmannJwidmann Posts: 8 Greenhorn
    That's me. And my penn senator... You can literally drag those things through sand underwater as long as they get a proper disassembly and cleaning after. And that, she did.
  • bigfinn35bigfinn35 Posts: 596 Officer
    You had me chuckling through the whole story. Excellent report, *****ing awesome fish!
    Paddle faster, I hear banjo music.
  • VenitianVenitian Posts: 85 Deckhand
    You guys are nuts!
  • bloodbathbloodbath Posts: 387 Officer
    Jwidmann wrote: »
    Any other Friday night, I would have been at my favorite karaoke bar, hitting on your girlfriends. However, I was on the kayak, paddling out three baits off Venice Pier, thinking about how Northern European women are all beautiful because the Vikings were selectively breeding. Good job, men.

    Anyways, around 5:20 Jimmy starts commenting on how my 14/0 is shaking and making noise. Turns out when I relocated my rod, I forgot to turn the clicker on. Great start. So I finish my drink, and calmly walk over to what I figured was an over zealous nurse shark. The fish begins to pick up speed, and the crowd slowly accumulated.

    This is the text I sent to Dan and Sean... "EMERGENCY! BIG F€£¥INGE FISH AT VENICE PIER! JOHN JOHN" not sure if Tony typed it, or I did it between sipping my cigar city beer.

    Neglecting the offer for a *****-belt or whatever mates with the rod gimble to create a more pleasurable experience was a bad idea, as I sat on top of my boys for three hours on this fight. Surviving the odds, risking three cut offs from passing boats, the fish worked its way against the tide. Jimmy screamed "Its a hammer, he's trying to work against the ride so he can rest on breaks." I realized I was in for a long fight at that point.

    Luckily, my fellow guitarist from Justdrivesouth arrived with a six pack and a burger for me. Thanks Tony Isgrig!

    So we work our way back and forth on the T, praying the fish cooperates. Halfway into the fight, we were counting frays in the line, and jimmy mentions that the leader he rigged me up with while I was kayaking was a ****ty jewfish leader with a huge cut in the mono.

    Great.

    So I back the drag off a little more.
    The reel took off again, as the fish had gotten its second wind, and was putting expired HT-100s to their test. 300 yards, 350 yards, 450 yards, 700 yards, the fish was starting worry me at this point, as a skiff boat approached from the north. Dan got the kayak out of Jimmy's truck and paddled towards the incoming boat. I've never seen him so goddamned happy.

    The fish gives, then takes, then gives, then takes, then finally surfaces about 250 yards to the north. "IT'S A HAMMERRRR!!!!! AND IT'S HUGE!" the fish surfaces literally twenty yards from Dan and he doesn't see it quite yet.

    The fish heads south, as it was determined that it had to be beached on the south side of the pier. Awesome. I hadn't realized the large crowd that gathered. Mind you, that it was about 7:45, so the entire state of Wisconsin was there to watch the sunset. "OFF THE RAIL, OFF THE RAIL, MOVE, GET OUT OF THE WAY, ohh yoga pants..., WATCH THE HELL OUT" were some of the more polite things said. Thankfully, the entire situation was being assisted by people who knew what to so, and how to manage. Thanks guys. Seriously.

    So we work our way down to the bait shop, and the fish basically beaches itself on the sandbar. Jimmy and the Bobby are mid-air by the time I look over, swimming to the sandbar. By then I was full sprint with my 14/0 to the beach. Did I mention Ohio and Michigan were there too? More yelling, screaming, and nice butts in yoga pants.

    I get on the beach and sprint full force into the waist deep trough, jimmy and bobby and Dan have all got this under control by then. There must have literally been three hundred people there.

    At this point, words can't even do justice to the state of mind I was in.
    Exhausted, slightly buzzed, and just... So epic.
    The second I get my hands on the shark, I put both arms in the air with the 14/0 and scream a noise that I couldn't have ever recreated.

    Pictures, taped out, redbull can, and celebrating, pictures et cetera... And Jimmy, Dan, Bobby, and I start working on getting the shark back to health. Dan and Jimmy manage to get the shark over the sandbar and on its way to whatever it's fate may be.

    8:07, the sun finally starts to set, and walking back up the pier, the orange-red-violet of the sky reflecting off the water, the last visible thing was that huge sickle shaped fin disappearing into the horizon..

    It's so important that we maintain preserving these wonderful large sharks so that future generations can enjoy what we do, as some of us only find true solace on the sand. If you can't manage getting in the water with your shark to release it, then you should just stick to bass fishing, you ****.

    But yeah, here's some pictures. Thank you everyone that contributed by helping, pictures, getting the hell out of the way, and even the few cute girls in yoga pants that did absolutely nothing.

    Thank you all.


    Edit, no pictures yet, my iPad won't communicate with my phone, and I have to work. But yeah, there's a video too but when I get home tonight, I'll take care of that.

    Or just get on Facebook.
    https://www.facebook.com/john.widmanniv


    There were no beers harmed during this experience. Okay fine, maybe a couple of beers.

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    From ur post I was expecting to see a Big shark that's a puppy.
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