When a father and son go shark fishing, some time-tested lessons are imparted in a special way
Photos by Jody Dole
There are things you do for your son that, on reflection, make you wonder about the choices you sometimes make. Reaching for a tag dangling from the hide of a feisty 8-foot blue shark held alongside a boat probably ranks as one those actions.
But my son, Michael, really wanted that tag. And having grown up on the water and handled fish my entire life, I felt safe enough hanging over the rail and quickly snapping it free. The toothy end of the shark, after all, was pointed at the bow and the tag was back by the dorsal. I consider myself a good judge of risk, but later when I was reviewing the photos, I had second thoughts.