Kayak Fishing: Hammerhead Shark Stalks Kayakers - Pushin' Water Kayak Charters
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0-0 what I'm not crazy man
I love sharks and I have shark teeth I never take them off
never ever
So what do you do .... f it catch the shark then if you release it maybe it will never follow again
If you eat it it most definately will never follow again
I have good reason to fearful of the sea.
When I was 12 , one of my uncles took me and my family (mum, dad, and lil bro) out for a day on the sea in his boats for some deep sea fishing down in Cornwall.
Whilst out in the water, he put out 2 rubber donuts and my dad an I got in one each, and he towed us along for a ride. Whilst going along the water, the cable to mine broke, and I was left in the open water until they noticed and came back to get me.
Its probably worth noting at this point that I wasnt a strong swimmer, I could doggy paddle at best and the sea was pretty amn choppy.
Anyway, whilst bobbing on the water, stranded, I felt something rough brush underneath my ass that was sitting in the bottom of the donut, and my donut was pushed upwards from an unexplained rush of water and no word of a lie, I physically shit myself out of pure fear. I was then frantically looking all around me to see what it was, but couldnt see anything around me. It wasnt until we got back in the boat that I realised that I had actually shit myself, probably on account of the motion of the sea and the rush of adrenaline.
Anyway, donuting was officially off the cards, so we tried some deep sea fishing, but for some unexplained reasons, the radar on my uncles boat couldnt pick up any little fishies even though it was a pretty hefty piece of equipment, and all we were getting was an occasional and unexplained larger than average blob on the radar. We had cast our rods out, but it wasn't long till the boat was hit by something 'BIG', from under the water, which made a loud thud when it hit us and caused the boat to list to one side. At this point, my uncle said fuck, I must have hit something, but we couldnt understand because as far as we were aware the boat was stationary.
It was at this point that he tried moving the boat to a few new spots, and there would be a few sholes on the radar, but by the time we managed to set out rods up and cast them out, the fish had gone, and pretty soon there was that blob, from out of nowhere, coming and going.
It was at this point that I went to get change in the bottom compartment of the boat, but as I laid on the matress, it felt wet and damp, and I noticed the pools of water on my hands as I tried to push myself off the matress. As I got up, my parents called me up and told me to look at the ships, going by, and to my shock there was a big ol oil tanker passing us, HUUUUGE, completely dwarfing our boat. It was at this point that I said to my mum that the matress was wet and my uncle stopped, turned to me and asked "What do you mean wet?", My dad an him poked their heads down and at this point saw that there was a considerable pool of water on the matresses now.
Now I was only young at the time and didnt quite grasp the serious of the situation, but recollecting on it now, I can see that the quiteness that overcame my parents and uncle wasnt one of, someones done something wrong, or, well now my uncles going to have to buy a new bed, but "FUCKING HELL, THE BOATS ACTUALLY SINKING!!".
It was at this point that my uncle quickly reeled in his rods, dismantled them an threw them into his bedding area, now with a considerable amount of water, and my dad told my mum to hold onto me and my brother, and told my uncle to take us back to the harbour NOW!
I cant tell you how uncomfortable the ride was back to the harbour, mostly becuase of how fast my uncle was going and how choppy the sea was getting. He'd taken us all the way out into the shipping lanes, Waaaay further than he had planned to, and there was now a crack in the hull of the boat and we were taking on water.
It was a fair old time till we reached the safety of the harbour, my uncle with going flat out trying to get us back, with me and my brother bouncing up and down on the plastic seats, me, still unawares that I had shit myself, my ass bouncing up and down, flattening the shit in my beach shorts to little more than a brown puree.
By the time we reached the harbour, my uncle was visibly distressed and panicking and my mother and farther were more than a little pissed at him for putting us in that situation, but all their anger seemed to disipate the moment my uncle started had loaded his boat onto his trailer and was bringing it up the slip ramp. Passers by looked on in disbelief as he pulled the boat up the ramp, as the gaping hole in the bottom side of the hole was revealed, a hole so big I could have easilly climbed through it, it had to be at least 2ft wide in diameter.
My uncle was visibly upset and frustrated, but also in complete disbelief that we had made it back. It was then that my parents realised that us getting back to safety was some miracle, as even my uncle agreed that with the size of the hole and it being below the waterline, and us being way out in the shipping lanes, that there was no conceivable way that the boat shouldn't' have sunk in a matter of minutes, if not starting immediately after the mystery 'impact' we had earlier in the afternoon.
What was even scarier was that my uncle didnt have a radio or life jackets onboard, and nobody knew where we were, as we were so far out that there were no other boats visibly around us. They all agreed that we would have sank and drowned that day, and it was an experience none of us should have survived. But we did, but it wasn't until I attended one of my the church sermons my father was giving one afternoon that I realised that he too understood that what happened that day was a miracle, because he told everyone of the experience, the size of the hole, the lack of life jackets and me and my brothers poor swimming skills, and said on that very day, god must have had his hand on my family becuase we all should have an would have died that day.
Oh, and as for that mystery blob on the radar and the thing I felt brush along my ass that caused me to shit myself, well a week after our day on the sea, a local newspaper reported on a family who had a GREAT WHITE SHARK follow them all the way from the open sea back into the very harbour that we set out from and returned too. I shit you not, because I've shit myself, A GREAT FUCKING WHITE!!!
While every 3s we strip sharks of their fins and dump their still alive body into the ocean to suffocate slowly on the sea floor, just for soup.
i never said you did or didn't .
" If you go near a shark you will very likely be attacked." Oh look, your point is 100% certifiable bullshit.
The truth is that you are thousands of times more likely to die drowning than by shark attack. I'm not even sure you can say sharks have anger or "rage". But I am sure that they don't target humans, they can't even eat us properly because of our high bone to muscle/fat ratio. In fact I bet the majority of shark attacks are totally accidental on the sharks behalf, it doesn't really know what animal it's eating until it tastes, but their taste receptors are far back in the mouth.Clothing/jewelry shimmering in the water can easily be mistaken for fish, for example.
Since you called me an animal freak I feel okay calling you an ignorant dumbass.
Truth is, you just have an irrational fear of sharks and no way to justify it - other than the few shark flicks you've seen.
Stfu animal freak. If you go near a shark you will very likely be attacked. "Humans are more aggressive to humans" ok, and? Humans are controllable with their rage (usually), sharks are not. Fuckhead.
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