There once was a humble fisherman who lived in East Asia. Every morning he woke at 5 to get a head start.  So dedicated to his job that he hadn’t missed a day in 8 years. The birds chirped in the early morning cool breeze and woke the man. Quietly dressing himself and eating a small breakfast of rice and crispy noodles leftover from last night's dinner. He set out to the docks where his boat was located. He smiled as he strolled through the streets and past vendors preparing their shops.  Waving and wishing other shopkeepers a good morning. The old humble man was liked by almost all in the small town and many came to him for advice. As a fisherman he had lots of time to think throughout the day and was quite wise. Many believe he was very lucky as he always returned with extravagant and colorful fish. Others did not have such great luck as they came back with less valuable fish. As time slithered on more and more fish began to come to the region. Sometimes the man could get a whole days catch in just an hour. Only a few carnivorous fish lived the waters around this small village and the man dreamed of catching one of these fish. It would be no small feat though, the bull sharks were very smart and fled quickly near any boats moving past, while deep in thought he devised a plan he was sure could work to catch one of these sharks. They  sharks constantly killed the fish and mutilated their bodies so they could not be sold or used. Frustrated with seeing the fish washing up and getting caught in nets he decided he would put an end to this. Later that night he went out to scout a place to lure the great fish. Coming across a perfect outcrop of rocks along the mountainside near the water he brought up his boat and began to unload his gear. Bringing with him a lamp, a very strong fishing rod, bait, chum for the water. Knowing that they didn’t go near boats he shuffled through the terrain careful not to damage his equipment to the other side of the small island. While almost to a good clearing he slipped and cut his ankle, wincing in pain and dropping the lantern he still pursued. Painfully wrapping his ankle tightly in fabric to prevent it from moving around too much. He began to set up the fishing rod quickly and carefully, he needed this to go quick so his ankle could be treated once he returned. Taking up the fish chum he threw it a dozen yards out into the water and casted the line out. Delicately feeling the line every minute or so he calmed down and cracked open a cold one. Making sure not to have too much to drink as he 2needed to be on top of his game if the line was hit. After what seemed like hours he nearly gave up, but to his luck there was a small jingle in the pole was immediately brought to his senses. Quickly but carefully picking up the rod, he felt the line and knew there was something at the other end. With a sudden powerful jerk the line zipper forward and nearly pulled the man with it, he flew forward landing on his shoulder and hitting his head. Dazed and in pain he was able to get to his feet while hanging onto the rod for dear life. Whatever was at the other end wasn’t happy, it swam side to side with incredible speed and strength. His head flooded with thoughts of the people’s reaction’s after returning with such a huge fish; his focus sharpened and his grip was as strong as iron. Leaning back for leverage and wedging himself behind a rock he pulled and reeled to all his might and very slowly gained some line. This was a dangerous and tricky operation but he was an expert. After 10 grueling minutes of pulling and tugging with all his strength the fish lurched out of the water into the air. He was shooketh, it was the biggest Bull Shark he had ever seen. Nearly 7 feet he estimated, as it cut through the air thrashing and sending water flying it fell back down into the dark water with a big struggle. The only way to bring in this monster was to tire it out. Nearly 20 minutes of struggle he sensed the fish was starting to give out. He sprung into action and reeled as hard and fast as his exhausted hands could move. At last the fish was almost to the shore, still pulling hard it splashed and thrashed making a desperate attempt to flee. But his hook was sharp and had torn part of the sharks mouth. What part of the water he could clearly see was turning red from blood. Knowing the shark was injured this was his advantage. Attempting to grab his hooked pole he managed to take it in one hand. Wielding it like Thor’s mighty hammer he plunged the sharp point into the sharks body, cutting deep and must have hit the sharks spine and must paralyzed it’s tail because it suddenly stopping thrashing. Like a worm the shark wiggled but couldn’t swim. Lucky once again he tugged the fish ashore and it wasn’t happy, trying to squirm and bite he jumped back and quickly pulled out his long sharp knife. Coming from around the back of the shark he straddled it, careful to avoid the sharp teeth. Once behind it’s huge head he clenched his legs to hold himself steady, held his knife high with both hands and sunk the blade deep in the sharks head. It’s eyes rolled back and It went limp, he then rolled onto the ground to catch his breath. He had won the battle. Marveling at his grand prize he ran back to his boat to bring it around to where the sharks body lay. After loading up everything and tying the massive fish to the boat he headed back to his village. Slowly docking he tied his boat and yelled over to some workers so help him. They were shocked at his catch and congratulated him on it. His work wasn’t finished yet so the men helped him find a cart and they took it to the fish market. The bustling streets went silent as he paraded through with the 250 pound shark. The man had a small shop that his family ran and they moved the shark to the huge cooler where it would stay till the next day when it would be cut into portions and sold, he was practically the savior of the town and they fishing was plentiful in the months that followed.