" Sometimes that shark, he looks right into ya, right into your eyes. Yknow, the thing about a shark, hes got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a dolls eyes. When he comes after ya, he doesnt seem to be livin until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white, and then aww, then you hear that terrible high-pitch screamin, the ocean turns red, and in spite of all the poundin and the hollerin, they all come in and rip ya to pieces
"
I have a deal with sharks. I don’t go in their water and they won’t come down my street.
Here, Batmander, I can outdo your latest animal post.
Well, I got to disect a dead shark in HS Biology, so I’m up one.
“Fellows, let’s be reasonable, huh? This is not the time or the place to perform some kind of a half-assed autopsy on a fish... And I’m not going to stand here and see that thing cut open and see that little Kintner boy spill out all over the dock.”
They need better barriers between beachgoers and the ocean!
The surfers cross the PCH in the middle of the road and screw up traffic (like I won’t hit them and just turn on my windshield wipers), so I am rooting for the sharks.
Please ping me with any Southern California related articles. Thank you!
If you want on or off this ping list, please FReepmail me.
Shark fishing tournaments followed by public fish fries. No brainer.
Drop the PETA protesters twelve miles out at sea ;)
Well, the shark didn’t eat her. Sounds typical for a Great White (GW), actually. GWs eat seals, and a human is not a seal. So maybe it mistook her for one, or just decided to take a bite and see what a human tastes like, or just instinctively bit into her, but spit her out; or didn’t return to finish her at least.
My theory is humans don’t taste right to GWs. And clowns taste funny to them.
A shark lover, one step beyond a bambi lover was on tv yesterday saying: We don’t know if it was a shark that bit the woman. Even if it was a shark, “We don’t know if it was a Great White!”
Similar to avoiding saying that a mass murder done by a Mohamed was an act of terrorism.
I try not to go places where I’m not on the top of the food chain.
My theory is that number one, they see you and skee daddle before you get a good look at her and two, carrying a camera virtually guarantees you to NOT see one.
You're correct though, last year's juveniles are still here but all grown up now. . . . .