An odd pattern appeared: dozens of bonnethead sharks were sifting around in the thick grass in about a foot of water. So as twilight shifted to darkness, I took out my trusty frozen threadfin herring (I always bring some along as a safety measure) and started chucking that around and letting it sit on the bottom. Within a couple minutes I was hooked onto a good 3 foot shark, which pulled drag like you wouldn't believe on those little trout rods.
A couple more sharks I called it a night!
