When in college, we would have fishing/camping trips to Hutchinson Island. The fishing consisted of a mostly drunken surfer paddling out a large hunk of pretty rotten meat, with a chain and long rope attached. Oh yeah, it had a rather large shark hook attached to the chain and imbedded in the "bait". Let it drop into the water, paddle back and drink, err wait. When line is tight, all drunks on deck! Pulling in a thousand pound tiger shark is such good exercise! Catch, release and pass out. Ah, the St. Lucy inlet! We did some cooking and eating somewhere during the fishing, err drinking. Not sure how much was kept down.