I don’t know, after seeing that incredible flyover of what has to be 100s of thousands of seals (read: dinner) I’d say that’s a really handy app.
To paraphrase the warning in the app screen grab, “Never get out of the boat. Absolutely goddamn right. Unless you were going all the way.”
I still call it The Jake.
Gonna need a bigger urinal
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The orcas in South Africa like to play with the great whites and then bite out their livers and leave the rest to wash up on the beach. Savage.
I got to see and have my hand grazed by a big great white while cage diving there. It’s intimidating to see one quickly appear out of the murkiness underwater.
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Back when we were diving for abalone on the north coast, we'd go into some pretty sharky places, and of course there were seals around. The fuckers just love to swim around you just at the edge of viz - seeing a big shape slowly moving around you was just a great feeling. You know they were doing it on purpose.
Never got a drive by while diving (that I know of). Surfing was a different matter. The rule was you didn't talk about it, because #1 - you didn't talk about your spots, and #2 - if your wife/partner found out they'd be on your ass to stop going there.
That actually happened to a dive trip we were planning. I was part of a group that was planning a hike in abalone dive up on the lost coast - nice reef, big abs, but a pretty long hike in. It was worth it though, some big hubcap sized abalone up there. Well, a few weeks before we were going, some diver got attacked and killed at this spot. No one in the group said anything, but word started to get out to our wives. One morning not long after, my wife read about it in the news. "Is that the spot you guys are going to?". "Uh, I don't know.." was my reply. She know I was lying 'cuz she's my wife and went ballistic. Pretty soon the other wives knew what was up. That was the end of that trip.
Completely unrelated to sharks, but this is at the top, so...the weather here's been pretty shitty, lots of fog and rain. Crazy foggy this AM but it cleared and I hadn't run the boat in a week so wife and I went for a quick spin.
Seas were calm, no wind, after a while I opened it up a bit, running along at ~35 mph and then dead ahead I see what looks like splashing, maybe birds on fish or something. I see it's moving slowly from left to right so I go a little left to miss it and just as I approach it I realize it's a guy swimming, literally a mile from shore. Almost ran his ass over. That would have been messy. And then I guess sharks would come to clean him up.
Guy never paused swimming, just kept going.
My father in law was on the Indianapolis. He more or less abandoned my wife, so we didn’t find out about it til after he passed. He got some citation for saving lives or something
Wait, what?
"The Quint side of the family."
I watched Jaws last night. People sure talked over one another a lot on the ‘70s.
Yeah, just a guy swimming alone about a mile out in the ocean. I'm glad I was paying attention.
No buoy or anything? In sharky water? I guess he likes to live dangerously.
I still call it The Jake.
was there perhaps an island full of chicks with free beer somewhere in his general direction of travel?
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