If you have been surfing for many years, you build up a respect for sharks. You never want to get close and personal with them, but you strangely enjoy the sense that you are sharing their domain. You also learn some truths, or myths about sharks. Like that more people get killed by bees each year, that they can sense blood from a mile away. You recognize ‘sharky’ water- when it is overcast, with little wind, making the landscape appear a menacing grey.
We have had three fatalities from shark attacks along this coast line in the last 4 months, with sharks up to 5 metres in length being spotted regularly.
Surfing this afternoon, I shared a peak with 6 others. Slowly they went in, leaving myself and one other guy. The water turned more and more ‘sharky’, it was getting close to dusk or feeding time. Then a seal who frequents the area popped up.
Feeling very much part of the food chain, I turned to the other guy.
“Last one in for me. See you later.”
Wrong end of the food chain!
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