When the Shark Bites Jon Wurtman It is said that you should never stare directly at an eclipse, yet there are times when it's impossible to look away. So there I was, squinting upward, into the halo of sunlight that framed the mako shark who seemed pasted into the summer sky. He writed and shook droplets of water over me, the Captain, and the entire boat. He landed with a soaking splash and headed back down to deeper water in a hurry, making my drag screech in the otherwise silent -- and awestruck -- skiff. It's seldom that fly fishermen catch something our own size ...
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