“That’s a monster, dude, that’s not just any White shark.”
It’s sure as hell been one-way traffic between Great Whites and humans these past couple of decades, ever since the gloves came on and the fish became a protected species in most of its habitats.
The protection, as y’know, has led to a stratospheric rise in Great White attacks, mostly surfers.
Last Wednesday morning at Navarre Beach, just east of Pensacola there, and using a 150-pound swordfish head and a head of an 80-pound yellowfin tuna head, Blaine Kenny and his biz partner Dylan Weir went hunting “the biggest sharks possible.”
Kenny on the rod, Weir the spotter.
“There’s only a few things it can be, a Mako, a giant Tiger, a White shark or the biggest Dusky we’ve ever seen in our lives,” Weir says when Kenny hooks a shark. “We’re just going to play it out, not jump to assumptions, and really does it matter what’s on the other end of that line right now? We have one task at hand and the task is Blaine has to stay locked in. I have to stay locked in.”
Using a drone, Weir identifies the shark as a Great White.
“That’s a monster, dude, that’s not just any White shark.”
Kenny gets the Great White to shore and, here, we see the most dramatic moment of the event when the hook is deftly removed from the Great White’s mouth and the creature is set free.
“I’ve said it so many times before,” he says. “But truly, truly words cannot describe the feeling of this fish right here.”
