Marmo. wrote:
lol i like your style, nice dorado
whats the fish in the background?
It may be a silky shark. There were heaps about. I wrote the following for a competition for a beer brand. I didn't win but it's a funny story - even though it was actually Cutters that started grabbing silkies by the tails and I tentatively tried to join in. But you can't get in the way of a good story and maybe winning free beer!
I was on a recent spearfishing trip to the Coral Sea with 6 of the world’s most accomplished freedivers, including 7 times Australian spearfishing champion Rob Torelli, the Zen master of breath hold Eduardo Godhino, the cagey old part Porto Rican part Hawaiian ex Us Marine Jim McCollem, marine biologist and ex-Australian spearfishing champion Dr. Adam Smith, Geelong fridge mechanic and acclaimed tuna hunter Andy ‘Cutters’ Cutajar, Russian Italian ice diver Gennady Chumachenko and me, a part-time club cricketer, ex club footballer and wannabe spearfisherman hailing from St Kilda via Nunawading.
While travelling to Bougainville Reef aboard the mother ship we spotted a floating object. It seemed that a fishing net with coconuts as floats was drifting in the current. Gold flashes beneath the surface alerted us that Dolphin Fish might be circling the FAD (Fish Attracting Device). But these floating objects are usually accompanied by a flotilla of other more sinister creatures from the deep, ready to pick off the weak and injured. At least, that is what we were hoping for.
With the hopes of Wahoo and other such pelagic on our minds we entered the water. Immediately we were besieged by a welcoming party of animated Silky Sharks, ready to let us know who was boss around here. Undeterred, we gave them the evil eye, asserting our dominance.
Before long, the Russian Assassin Gennady Chumachenko spied the familiar silver shimmer of a Wahoo in the distance. Despite the ever-present Silky Sharks Gennady made short work of the Wahoo. But these ocean going predators had been worked into a frenzy. As he dispatched the prize catch, he was engulfed in swirls of dorsal fins. As confidence grew within the hungry pack several Silky Sharks made a run for the Wahoo in Gennady’s arms. Without thought I moved into action mode. No two-bit shark with a poncy moniker was turning my buddy into borscht. Not on my watch.
Knowing only Wobbegong Sharks can turn back on themselves I started grabbing Silkies by the tails and ripping them away willy nilly. Cutters joined in on the act and some very embarrassed so-called man-eaters meandered off. A simple dry Без перевода and a nod was all that was required from my ice-cool comrade. A little later I nailed a Dolphin Fish just to let them know who was boss. Later that night on the boat, we enjoyed a nice cold beer and swapped tales of just another day in the Coral Sea.