ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
-I am a successful business executive who is finally returning to writing after giving it up in College to pursue a business career. I travel extensively, hike, golf, and scuba dive. I live with Pam, my loving companion and fellow traveler. [December 2000]
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Swimming With Sharks Danny I. Spitler
It happened on the fourth day of diving, near the end of the first dive of the day. I checked my air gauge and found that I was down to 1000 psi of compressed air. We had been under water for over 30 minutes at depths ranging from 40 to 60 feet. I signaled my dive partner, Jean Paul from Belgium, that we should start making our way back to the boat. A few minutes later, just as the anchor rope was coming into view, I caught a glimpse of something very large swimming away from us 20 meters to our left.
I strained to see what it was, and I was able to make out a large dorsal fin. I wasn't sure if Jean Paul was looking in the same direction, but I caught his attention quickly and placed the side of my right hand against my forehead. The underwater signal for "shark." I then spread my arms far apart. The underwater signal for "large shark." I pointed back at the hazy gray shape that was moving away from us. Once Jean Paul was alerted I turned and began kicking furiously toward the massive gray shape with the large fin on its back.
He was moving slowly through the water only a few inches off the bottom, which was 50 feet below the surface. He was moving so slowly that I was able to close the gap between us in less than a minute, and I was able to see a second smaller dorsal fin on his back. This feature identified him has a Lemon Shark. The Lemon runs much larger than the Gray Sharks and the Black Tipped Sharks, which had been swarming around us since the beginning of the dive. The average size of a Lemon Shark runs 10 to 20 feet in length, and I was closing in on a 12-footer.
He continued moving lazily along the bottom of the clear Tahitian ocean bed, and I was able to close the gap between us to less than 30 feet. It was at that moment that it struck me. The full realization that I was actually chasing a 12-foot long shark in order to get a closer look. For a fraction of a second I questioned my own sanity. Then I smiled, feeling the rush of adrenaline, and thought to myself, "No, you aren't crazy, but you are pushing the envelope a little farther than normal."
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jean Paul was several meters back, but well within view in the clear Tahitian waters. A quick look ahead of the beast revealed a dozen other divers had accumulated back near the boat and were now watching me chase the shark right toward them. The shark saw the other divers at about the same time and stopped in his tracks. He realized that he had wandered into a semi-circle of divers, and his best way out was back the way he came, where there was only one diver. Unfortunately, that diver was ME.
He turned and stared right at me with his two large cat-like eyes, which were cold and impassive. It was as if he were saying, "Son, you really don't want to play chicken with me." I was hovering five feet off the bottom, and I immediately made three hard kicks upward. Within two seconds I was at 15 feet off the bottom giving my large friend a clear escape below me. He took the opening and passed directly below me. I felt like I was standing on a railroad overpass looking down on a huge locomotive rumbling underneath me.
I kept my eyes glued to his back as he lumbered effortlessly away and eventually out of sight. I waited for my breathing and my heart rate to return to normal. A quick check of my air gauge showed me at 600 psi. I would get a gentle chewing from the Club Med dive master if I got onto the boat with less than 500 pounds of air in my tank, and I still had to make a three minute safety stop at 15 feet. Jean Paul reached the safety bar a few seconds before me. Once we were both on the bar, suspended 15 feet below the boat, we checked the dive computers on our wrists and began the three-minute wait. The safety stop is designed to make sure that the effect of the water pressure on our bodies is allowed to neutralize at a shallower depth prior to coming all the way to the surface.
At the end of the three-minute wait we slowly kicked upward until we could grab the bottom rung of the boat ladder. We tossed our fins onto the boat and struggled up the ladder. Once you are out of the water the 40-pound tank on your back becomes dead weight. We were barely halfway up the ladder before we spit the regulators out of our mouth and shouted simultaneously, "WOW, did you see THAT?"
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