The Shark Silent Hunter PDF Download

I was busy swimming out my bait in a one-man life raft and was about 200 yards off the South Padre Island jetty. I had the bloody tail half of a Tarpon there in my lap as I leaned back to paddle the raft with my arms. Instant fear gripped me when I saw the big dorsal fin of a Great Hammerhead Shark slicing through the water right for me. The blood in my veins froze instantly! The shark started circling my raft about 10 or 15 feet or so from me and made about three complete circles around me. I remember his eye. His head was tilted somewhat and his eye was just above the surface, just watching me. I felt his dorsal fin scrape across my back as he dove under my raft. He was in the 10 to 11 foot size range. I remember the feeling the sheer terror. It almost freezes you in place. And I was fearful that his dorsal fin would scrape a hole in the bottom of my raft as he swam under me. Believe me that feeling of terror is a feeling that you never forget, never ever. I looked back toward the jetties and there stood Don Monroe frozen and pointing like Ahab did when he saw the white whale. I could barely hear Monroe's words, "Thaarrrrrr she blows!"