The tide was high and winds from the east making for difficult conditions. I decided to hunt the shell line from the high tide the previous night. About 20 minutes later I saw a large Mako partialy burried in the sand. I could only hope it was whole. I plucked it from its resting place and cleaned it off. It was complete and at 2 3/8" my best from the bay. After that the rest of the day was uneventful with only small teeth and some assorted bones.