The Day My Brother Caught a Shark

So I have a brother. He's nearly sixteen, and we're going to call him Shark. After this post, you'll see why.

My brother likes fishing, eeling and sharking. And yesterday, in the river, he and his friend were fishing, when the best moment of his fishing life happened.
He caught a shark.
It was a 1.1 metre bull shark, that he judged to be, 'at least eleven kilos.'

I wasn't with him at the time, but he called our mum, and she ran into the living room where my sister and I were watching Alvin and the Chipmunks (can I just say, that movie is hilarious) yelling "He's caught a shark, he's caught a shark, get in the car!"

We did, really confused, and on the manic drive to the river (during which my excited mother somehow managed to stay inside the speed limit) we asked Mum all about it, to which she responded with, "I DON'T KNOW!"

When we arrived at the river, my sister knew where to go, but I ran around like an idiot and kept tripping over. Trust me, that isn't anything new.
Anyway, when we found him he refused to take the shark out of the water until Mum got there. Unfortunately she was just walking and texting, so she took a little while to show up.

FINALLY he picked it up, and he could barely hold it. He wouldn't let me touch it, but I took loads of pictures. There were some random kids there as well, that I think were just hanging around when they heard Shark's high-pitched squeal (at least, I think there would have been one).

After my brother swam the shark away, we heard the story. They had used frozen mullet as bait, but defrosted it on a dirty park barbecue. "Gives it flavour," Shark said. (he also said the same thing about the pizza he ate two minutes after touching the shark - no, he did not wash his hands). After casting and getting a bite, they started to reel it in. They didn't get excited, because they thought it was just a stringray - which apparently act the same as sharks, regarding the bait, but are just disappointing - until the saw the fin. Then they started yelling and screaming. They were on the end of the jetty, so Shark had to run down to the shore to take the shark while his friend held it and reeled it in. Apparently they almost lost a shoe. They also wanted to eat the shark, but thankfully mum said "No way."

After we left, the boys kept fishing; but when they got home, the whole house started to smell like fish. And don't even get me started on how Shark threw his fish-clothes in the basket of clean clothes, instead of the one for dirty clothes.

"The trick to catching bull sharks is to cook the mullet on a barbecue," my brother's friend said.
"A dirty barbecue," added Shark.


So that's the story of how my brother caught a shark. Has anyone else got interesting stories of things that they or someone else have caught? Please tell me!

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