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    Great White Shark Tales: shark and fishing stories
    Great White Shark Tales: shark and fishing stories
    Great White Shark Tales: shark and fishing stories
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    Great White Shark Tales: shark and fishing stories

    By James Calderwood

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    Many stories of fishermen meeting Great White and other sharks. No one gets eaten. Many are reticent about going out on or diving into the ocean for quite a while after meeting man eating sharks face to face. Stories of fishermen having other problems. Interesting tales of truck driving during WW2. Arguments with feisty farm animals who usually

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCalderwood Extreme Wearparts
    Release dateApr 9, 2018
    ISBN9780648312147
    Great White Shark Tales: shark and fishing stories
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    James Calderwood

    I grew up on a South Australian Farm. At year six our small school closed. I was sent to Adelaide to a boarding school Prince Alfred College. I was bullied there and leaned to fight back When returning home there was Burnt Bacon and eggs for breakfast every morning and an argument . I could not leave home quick enough . After working in town for a few years we bought a small sheep station, the price of wool dropped 50% in the first year. We started to crop some of the arable land ,only to find we had kangaroos and emus swarm over our crops. after nine years we sold out and moved to a partially developed farm in a high rainfall area. Over the years we trebled the production on this farm. I had a fall from a shed i was building and was laid up for a long time with bolts through the bones of my leg. This is when i started writing

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      Great White Shark Tales - James Calderwood

      Great White shark sinks fishing boat

      The sun was shining and there was a light breeze blowing. The snapper fish were running. All of this was a good combination for a good days fishing.

      I drove my old utility down to the jetty, then unloaded the fishing tackle bag and my lunch box, I then walked down the jetty to the mooring line. I had a small tender dinghy tied on a running lead. As I pulled the dinghy in I noticed that most of the other professional fishermen had already left for the fishing grounds, I climbed down to the dinghy, then stowed my gear. I untied the dinghy, then I started to row out to my twenty-one-foot timber fishing boat.

      When I arrived, I tied the painter rope to the side of the boat, then tossed the bags, then climbed over the side. I fiddled around checking the motor and then started the Blaxland pup motor by hand by pulling the flywheel over compression. The dinghy painter was tied to the mooring line near the buoy, I then cast off ready to head out to the fishing grounds.

      The motor went pop pop, pop as I put it into gear and headed off out through the harbor entrance. I was looking forward to the days fishing, as the weather had been quite windy for the last few days and I had not been able to go out.

      The boat had a mast and sail which I seldom used, this sail was mainly for emergencies There was a small cabin, behind this was a large wet well to hold the fish. This well had round holes through the bottom of the boat to allow fresh water to circulate to keep the fish alive. As I arrived at my best snapper fishing spot, I noticed that another fisherman was already fishing. It was a friend of mine. I stopped the motor and tossed the anchor out and tied it off on the cathead. I was about forty meters away from my mate.

      I got my heavy line out of the fishing tackle box, then I put some bait on the large hooks, and dropped it into the water. In a short time, I had my first large snapper. A few minutes later I had about fifteen large snapper flapping about in the well of the boat.

      I was pulling one more in towards the boat when the line went slack. I pulled a snapper head into the boat. Evidently, I had company as the head had been nipped off by a shark.

      I stood up and looked around the boat and noticed a large dark shape moving through the water. The shark came closer to the boat and started to circle around it. It was attracted by the noise of the snapper thrashing around. I was a bit angry because the fishing had been really good up to now.

      I watched as the shark swam past my boat and did a rough reckoning of its length compared to my boat. This shark must have been about eighteen feet long.

      The shark bumped the bottom of the boat, nearly knocking me off my feet I decided to pull up the anchor and move to another spot. Suddenly there was an almighty heave under the boat as the shark had charged the bottom of my boat. Two of the planks in the bottom of the boat caved is and water came pouring into the boat. I was in trouble; the boat was sinking and the shark was still circling.

      The boat was sinking quickly. I yelled to my mate who had been watching the shark circle my boat. He rushed and started his motor then ran to cast off the anchor rope into the water, he swung the nose of the boat around and headed for me. I was standing on the top of my cabin watching as the transom of my boat was starting to go under the water. My mates boat arrived as my boat was disappearing under the waves I was climbing the mast. I did not want to be fish food. The bow of my mate’s boat came across the side of the sinking boat, I jumped across and landed on the deck of his boat.

      We watched the shark circle and eat most of the half-stunned snapper which were floating where my boat had sunk. My lunch box was about the only thing which floated off my boat. The rest gone to the bottom. My mate had lost his anchor. If he had tried to pull it up I would have been history.

      As we travelled back to the jetty I commented to him that I would have two lives. The one before the shark sank my boat and the other starting now. If he had not been at the same fishing spot I surely would have been shark food …

      A near Catastrophe

      I had a phone call from a friend inviting me to go on a deep-sea fishing trip with him on his large yacht. A tuna farm operator he was friends with had phoned him about a tuna pen they were towing back to Port Lincoln. This pen had a school of wild tuna following the large towed cage.

      These fish were going to be transferred to a large pen with netted sides and bottom to be fed and fattened up for the lucrative sashimi market. The tuna industry had been in the doldrums before the live fish fattening program was introduced. The cost of catching the fish just to make canned tuna was not paying.

      When the fish were towed behind the large ocean going fishing boat the towing speed had to be kept at about one and a half knots. Any faster than this would spook the captured fish, this caused a lot of mortalities among them. The towing had to keep going through all types of weather conditions. The cages could not be left. Sharks would chew their way through the netting and then the fish would escape

      The weather was very windy from the south. The forecast was for the wind to abate and the weather to remain calm for a few days.

      I have often wondered how the weather forecasters ply their trade. Do they have a giant dart board with numbers on it to check the corresponding numbers the dart thrown by the blind folded man hits with a chart of the weather, or maybe they have a seer or soothsayer locked in a dark room where they consult each other? They should really have a window they could look out and to be able to see if it is raining or fair weather.

      Bob and I set out for Williams Island past Cape Catastrophe to meet up with the fishing boat towing the net. The weather was not nice; we were heading into a large ocean swell. The yacht was dipping its nose and tossing the spray back over the dog house where we sat. We were motoring as we were driving straight at the sea and wind, the sails would have been useless.

      The weather forecast was for the wind to abate and become fine the next day.

      Williams Island was one of a group of eight which had been named by Matthew Flinders as he explored and mapped the coast of South Australia many years ago.

      A group of men had set out for the shore to search for water to replenish the supply on the ship the Investigator. They had all perished when a huge wave had upturned their long boat. The islands were named after these men.

      We were pleased to finally get to Williams Island and to be able to shelter in a small bay on the north western side. The huge swell still sneaked around the corner of the headland, making it uncomfortable aboard the yacht.

      As we sat waiting the wind slowly started to go to the north. Now the sea was really tumbling into where we were trying to shelter. We started the motor and headed for West Bay, which was about a kilometer to the north. The sea was a lot flatter in West Bay. We had a bottle of red wine and some cheese sandwiches and then went to bed.

      The yacht was leaning over and rolling madly, the wind in the rigging was howling like a banshee. Bob yelled for me to come upside and help steer the yacht as we were drifting. The anchor was not holding against the bullet winds which rolled down the steep hills which we had anchored in the lee of. We drifted about four times that night in the terrible wind. About three in the morning the wind started to abate somewhat. We finally got some sleep.

      In the morning the wind was from the west, quite strong, but nowhere as bad as during the night. We could see smoke rising from the exhaust of the large fishing boat towing the tuna cage in the distance.

      Bob decided that the weather had settled enough for us to venture out to see if we could catch some tuna. The headland of the bay was sheltering us from the swell. As we drove out from West Point the sea was very rough. The waves were peaking and were about four meters high, the tide and the wind had caused a nasty joggle sea. The yacht would be lifted atop one of these nasty waves then the wave would just drop out from under us.

      A dinghy was in a cradle on the stern of the yacht, some of the ropes had become loose and the dinghy was sliding around. Bob had a lot of safety lines tied into the rigging for occasions like these. Bob clambered past me on his way to secure the errant dinghy. A huge wave hit the side of the yacht, he grabbed for a safety rope, the end had been untied, he was toppling over the rail of the yacht. Quick as a flash I grabbed his belt and collar of the heavy jacket he was wearing, I rolled over to get a lot of purchase and pulled him back over the rail into the cockpit. Bob did not mention this incident. I did a lot of thinking as to what I would have been able to do if he had fallen overboard into the sea. The yacht was surfing down the waves and slipping sideways off others. We had no ladder on the stern to allow a person to be able climb back aboard.

      I was on a fishing trip with Bob many years later in the same area in a similar sea. Bob asked me if I remembered the day he had nearly gone overboard. He said that he thought that would have been the end of his life. He would have drowned. I did agree with his theory as I really did not know if I could have picked him up.

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      I was working on a sardine netting boat, and after a hard nights work with the heavy nets I was ready for a good sleep, before the next nights working on the nets again, when it got dark.

      We pulled into a sheltered bay on the Neptune Island ready for a good kip. There were two other boats there already.

      One of the boats was a restored ketch which was used for charter work. I could see some people on board filming and a winch with a shark diving cage suspended from it. There was a guy chumming the water with burley to attract sharks. I scanned the sea around the ketch and noticed the fins of some large white pointer sharks swimming around. After looking for a while and noting

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