by Jon Waldstein

Any chance I have the opportunity to fish off a boat, I take it. I’m fortunate enough to have a brother-in-law and his dad who are both avid fisherman. They have a boat that launches in southern Connecticut in the summertime. It’s the perfect center console for a few guys to hit the ocean on a nice summer day.

When we got out there, the fishtivity was slow, and the weather was hot. So it became more of a drink beer and throw some chunks out kind of day. Nonetheless, after a couple cold ones, there was a screamin’ reel. I was granted the pole and the fight began. This thing was taking line and felt heavy! I literally had to lift the pole with both hands and let the drag loose. It felt like a monster to my knowledge. Although, I knew it wasn’t a striper or blue, and definitely wasn’t a porgy, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. That’s when Captain John said, “Yup that’s a shark”. I had never caught a dogfish shark so I didn’t know what to expect. All I knew was that it was putting up a fight like I’ve never felt before.

After a 15 minute fight, I finally got the bastard up to the surface. The way these guys fight, is they dive to the bottom every chance they get, so you just have to tire them out. He was a nice looking fish that was surprisingly pleasant to hold. They have this sandpaper-like skin that makes it easy to grip their body, but also difficult to get the hook out.

That was the start to a full day of dogfish sharks. The first one being the biggest, and the others being like clockwork, one after another. They really are a lot of fun when you’re looking for a drink beer and throw chunks out kind of summertime boat day.

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