We lucked upon a natural reef called the Nine Mile Reef. It streaches from Jacksonville to Daytona. A guy in the Gander Mountain around the corner from my house told us about it but called it the Seven Mile Reef. It was six miles offshore. The sharks and fish don't care what you call it, just as long as you feed them. We were hooking up to a shark every five minutes. They started small like two feet and under, but they progressively got larger. The largest we hauled up to the boat was a five foot black tip shark. We took turns fighting it for almost an hour. We didn't have a fighting belt on board so we had to granny fight it after our abdomens were pulverized.
Btw, the sharks go nuts over dead squid and dead sardines. We also caught some small bait fish (6" croakers) that they went crazy over.
We also hooked up to some larger fish that we never got to see. I had a 100# trolling rod onboard with a Penn Senator 6.0 that had the drag cranked down. Most of the sharks would only pull one or two clicks on the drag. While I was fighting a red snapper, something hooked up to that rod. It bent it over like it was light tackle and pealed line off of it like there was no tomorrow. It made two runs like that and then cut the 100# test as if it was just toying with us.
We are going back with heavier tackle tonight to even the score.