April 1 Rum Cay, Bahamas

On Monday we started making our way up the chain and stopped in Rum Cay. It was a full day at sea with nice winds and seas. We trolled two lines along the way. As luck would have it, during Craig's siesta, both lines zinged and whatever was on the end of them was quickly taking all the line. It didn't take too much screaming to get Craig back to the cockpit. We both took a pole and the fight was on. One pole was so heavy that I could barely hold it and could not make a bit of headway with reeling it in. Craig and I traded.
I reeled in a nice yellowfin tuna. We were very excited since this was our very first yellowfin which is high grade primo tuna, especially for sushi. We could not imagine how huge the other "tuna" must be as Craig really had a fight on his hands. The struggle was such that we heaved-to (to stop forward motion of a boat under sail) and at one point turned on the engine to back down on the fish as power boats do. For the record, that does not work too well on a sailboat.
As the apparent leviathan approached the boat, with me being grateful that it has not pulled Craig off the boat, I noticed a discomforting brown shadow at the end of the line rather than the distinctive silver flash of fish. This, friends and fans, ain't no tuna. It makes a surface appearance and is a white-tipped shark!! About 5 feet long and at least 100 pounds, we discuss whether to attempt to bring beastie on board. What to do???
As we begin to reach the same conclusion, that gaffing 100 pounds out of the water will be back-breaking and that having 100 pounds of flopping teeth on deck might result in wounds/loss of fingers, he breaks the line and heads for the deep. All in all, the most exciting fishing story to date.