Deep South Divers
Contributor
Usually the weekends are reserved for family time time with the people that you care for.
So when one of my clients called and asked for me to work under his boat last Sunday, I asked my girl Kym to come out in the boat with me while I got some work done. She agreed if she could bring a fishing pole.
An hour or two after dropping beneath the waterline, I was done my job complete. I bubbled my way to the surface, up and out from beneath the big, wooden shrimper.
The air stung my face and the sunlight burned my eyes. Gravity once again took hold in my head. The bow of my boat bobbed up and down over me as if it had been waiting for me to come back, like a loyal pet. Over the gunwhale I could see the tip of a fishing pole and a tuft of blonde hair.
And from that hair, flying through the air over the bow and in my direction came A shark. A flying shark.
Not a big shark, mind you A pup. Maybe only 10 or 12 inches long. But it was still a flying shark.
It cleared the bow rail with ease, hit the water next to me and bolted, terrified, straight down into the deep, striking me in the leg on the way down.
I spit out my regulator. What the hell?
Oh, the blonde tuft said, Ive been catching them for the past hour or so, the damned things. Throwin them in your direction
Theres not many people in the world that can say that their ex-girlfriend Or girlfriend It depends on whether were getting along at that moment Throws sharks at them.
Yes, my girl throws sharks at me. And thats why I cant seem to let her go.
So when one of my clients called and asked for me to work under his boat last Sunday, I asked my girl Kym to come out in the boat with me while I got some work done. She agreed if she could bring a fishing pole.
An hour or two after dropping beneath the waterline, I was done my job complete. I bubbled my way to the surface, up and out from beneath the big, wooden shrimper.
The air stung my face and the sunlight burned my eyes. Gravity once again took hold in my head. The bow of my boat bobbed up and down over me as if it had been waiting for me to come back, like a loyal pet. Over the gunwhale I could see the tip of a fishing pole and a tuft of blonde hair.
And from that hair, flying through the air over the bow and in my direction came A shark. A flying shark.
Not a big shark, mind you A pup. Maybe only 10 or 12 inches long. But it was still a flying shark.
It cleared the bow rail with ease, hit the water next to me and bolted, terrified, straight down into the deep, striking me in the leg on the way down.
I spit out my regulator. What the hell?
Oh, the blonde tuft said, Ive been catching them for the past hour or so, the damned things. Throwin them in your direction
Theres not many people in the world that can say that their ex-girlfriend Or girlfriend It depends on whether were getting along at that moment Throws sharks at them.
Yes, my girl throws sharks at me. And thats why I cant seem to let her go.
