I lost both of my short ribs on the left side in a shark attack.
Jesus Christ. Where the fuck did that happen? Tell us ALL of the details! Did you get a few good punches in on his snout at least? Jab him in the eye with your fingers? Slit his fucking throat?[/quote]
Monterrey Bay, 1992, just outside of cannery row. Don’t ever kayak through the chum slick out there. It’s like asking to be attacked by a freakin mako shark.
At first I though it was a sea lion playing with the kayak. He hit me from the flank and I got my legs wrapped around his body right at the dorsal fin. I used the paddle to right myself and turn him on his back. Then bashed its gills until it started bleeding.
I paddled back in to shore and got some help from there. They had to remove the short ribs, but there was nothing they could do about my pathological ability to spin a yarn.
Monterey Bay. I fucking knew it. Once you get out past all the kelp that builds up just off the shore between the west end of Santa Cruz and the southern tip of the bay there’s nothing but sharks out there. Lots of great whites especially. I surf at Cowell’s and Steamer’s (only when there isn’t a swell coming in; I don’t feel like getting into a fistfight on the water with a bunch of local yokels or local pros on the good days) whenever I’m in town. There’s nothing to worry about there because the kelp forms a natural barrier that the great whites won’t swim through.
But if you head a little further up the coast from Steamer’s, toward Davenport, or head south of the bay or, worse yet, venture about a mile or so past the shoreline and you are really asking to get attacked by a very large, very menacing shark.
What were you doing all the way out here on the Left Coast?[/quote]
Visiting one of my brothers. He was stationed at Fort Ord, so I stopped out for a couple of weeks.
We did go out about 2-3 miles to get some pictures, and became very aware of how vulnerable we were when a sea lion started bumping and playing with my kayak.