On Sunday I woke up at 3 in the morning to go striper fishing with my cousin who is 24, my uncle and a bunch of his friends. My cousin picked me up at 3:30, then we went and picked everyone up and started driving down to Cape May. We stopped to pick up bait at about 4:15. The bait were bunkers, which were about 14 inches long. On the boat we cut them into pieces to use. 
We got onto the boat at about 6 and left at 6:15. We got to our fishing spot at about 8:15. We started catching fish right away. I was the second person to get something; I caught a dog shark about 27 or 28 inches long. The whole boat only caught 3 stripers which were what we were fishing for, but they were big, 42 inches, 40 inches and 36 inches. I caught another shark about 18 inches later. The weight on my line was 5 ounces, which is alot, so I didn't even know it was hooked.
I didn't get to hold or get a picture taken with the bigger shark because the first mate took out of the hook and threw it back in really quick. He probably did that because we were fishing for striped bass and he thought the sharks were just annoying. The last 90 minutes of fishing no one caught anything because the tides weren't right. So just as they started to switch and were going to start getting hits again, the boat captain started taking us back. Oh well, it was still fun.
