Things were a little slow on our evening shark fishing trip. Doug's boys had each caught small sharks and we had a couple big ones on that we didn't get. Dave said he would toss his last peanut butter cup in the water to the fish gods if we could get catch one large shark before it was time to go. A minute later we were hooked up with a big shark. Mom did a great job on the rod and reel, we got him next to the boat for pictures and the peanut butter cup was sacrificed to the fish gods. I wonder if that would work for sailfish?