JimInOz
··Melbourne AustraliaOnly a 1.5 metre white pointer?
Pfffffft.
I remember as a kid (maybe 10 years old) out fishing in Spencer Gulf with my Da and his mate.
I'd been helping gut the Tommy Ruffs and wanted to wash my hands, so I leant over the side and started to wash off all the scales, blood and guts in the beautifully cold clean clear salt water.
Almost immediately I felt a huge tug to my hair (when I had some!) as Da hauled me in.
"Don't do that Son" he said...."Munchies'll have you".
We both looked down into the water to where my oil slick was going and saw a juvenile white pointer just sniffing around about three feet below the surface. It was only about one or two metres long, but big enough to munch both my hands. We both looked at one another and I still remember the smile and the wink he gave me.
I always used a bucket on board after that!
PS: He grabbed my hair because I wasn't wearing a shirt at the time, only shorts and Dunlop Volleys.
Pfffffft.
I remember as a kid (maybe 10 years old) out fishing in Spencer Gulf with my Da and his mate.
I'd been helping gut the Tommy Ruffs and wanted to wash my hands, so I leant over the side and started to wash off all the scales, blood and guts in the beautifully cold clean clear salt water.
Almost immediately I felt a huge tug to my hair (when I had some!) as Da hauled me in.
"Don't do that Son" he said...."Munchies'll have you".
We both looked down into the water to where my oil slick was going and saw a juvenile white pointer just sniffing around about three feet below the surface. It was only about one or two metres long, but big enough to munch both my hands. We both looked at one another and I still remember the smile and the wink he gave me.
I always used a bucket on board after that!
PS: He grabbed my hair because I wasn't wearing a shirt at the time, only shorts and Dunlop Volleys.