Two nods on the rod tip and line that slowly started ticking off the spool was all that happened. At over 1600ft something had picked up my big deadbait slowly drifted over the bottom. I knew it was likely to be a greenland shark since they are the only predators big enough to take that size bait at those depths. I got in position and held my breath. I was fishing strapped in to the equipment and I knew it could turn ugly if I was to hook something big enough to pull me off the kayak. I reeled down and set the hook and what followed next was a feeling that I had caught the bottom but the bottom was shaking it´s head.

An hour and a half later I saw an enormous stone-like creature emerge in the crystal clear Norwegian water and I almost shit myself. The fight was not spectacular but worse than imaginable. There were no time for me to just put pressure on the fish and rest my body. I had to continously keep reeling in. At a few times I thought I was to go over as the fish took line on a pre-set drag of 45lb.