It was the middle of the night on the fishing boat the La Pesca. My dad and I were deep sea fishing off of the Port Aransas coast. My line was in the water with no bites in the past hour as I watched my dad reel in kingfish after kingfish. Everyone on the boat was catching fish- except  me. I had caught two fish the in the whole 24 hour fishing trip! Then I felt my pole bend hard and my line take off. I yanked and the hook was set. The battle had begun. I pulled and reeled, but the fish kept fighting hard. Finally, 25 feet under, I saw a light blue shape. It kept coming toward the surface until he emerged from the ocean. It was an Atlantic Sharpnose shark, about four feet long. The deckhand gaffed him and soon he was on board. A few minutes later he was dead, and they put him in the cooler with the other fish.