Lately I have been fascinated with sharks. Who wouldn’t be? I remember recently playing “shark” with a four-year-old boy, clapping my hands flat together as if jaws were gaping widely open to take a huge bite out of each other. I wasn’t very good at the shark game. So Samuel won every time, ate me alive. He had shark books, shark movies, and shark pajamas. How about shark bait and cage? Those were on his list too.
Sharks make our imagination go wild. We attribute them with a devilish insidious intention to shred every catch to pieces. Aren’t sharks bloodthirsty and intriguing, as depicted in the Spielberg movie Jaws? Aren’t they killing machines? How else can it be, since their razor sharp rows of teeth can regrow within 24 hours. Anyhow, that’s what I read. According to a pioneering Austrian ocean explorer, Hans Hass, whose books I devoured in my teenage years, sharks like to follow their acute sense of taste for blood in water and the sonic
wrestling of a fish in distress. Often sharks like to hang out around fishing boats, similar to seagulls, in hopes to catch a bite. Or sometimes they may just be curious about what’s floating in their territory.
I read in a book titled In unberührte Tiefen that the diver (Hans Hass) was able to shoo away sharks by screaming under water or gesticulating wildly. However, that trick did not work any more where sharks had become “hard of hearing” because of dynamite fishing practices. Nowadays, shark tourism may be almost as common as swimming with the dolphins. Yeah, better go down in an iron cage, because fifty years later these sharks must be really deaf—and careless of (or annoyed with) gawking tourists.
For movies, sharks are always good. They are strong characters, and we think we have figured them out. Moby Dick wasn’t a shark but at least as sinister and cunning. But I keep thinking, wasn’t it Captain Ahab’s obsession that killed him rather than the whale? Of course Disney’s Nemo also featured sharks, by the names of Bruce, Anchor, and Chum. Now, the interesting part was that these sharks were trying to be good by becoming vegetarians. Yet they still could not resist the flavor of blood. Move on to Dreamwork’s Shark Tale. A little fish is mistakenly celebrated as a shark killer and draws the head honcho shark’s revenge on him. Yet in the course of events, a few sharks get reformed. One wayward shark did not like meat anyway. So, the truth remains, only a dead shark is a good shark?
Sharks were the topic in a recent PBS documentary. More and more sharks show up on the Australian coast and put swimmers at jeopardy. Why? Maybe this shark behavior is due to climate change, maybe the sharks were looking for new hunting grounds because they had run out of food (overfishing) in the deep ocean. The conclusion of the documentary was, sharks may be an endangered species. Those ferocious rulers of the ocean have to fear us humans more than we should fear them.
Why do we fear sharks? It’s basic instinct. Sharks can eat us. So before that happens, we try to eat all of them, just in case, if only for shark fin soup. I don’t know what this soup tastes like, but it seems like such a waste to just use only the fins (and why?), and not put the rest of shark protein at least into dog food or fertilizer. Sharks, the buffaloes of the ocean? The sad truth is: In a year sharks eat about ten humans, BUT we humans destroy some 70 millions (maybe 100 million) of these scavengers of the sea in just 365 days. 10 (ten) versus 70 million. What kind of uneven combat is that?
Still, I don’t want any human to fall prey to a hungry shark. When it comes to being eaten, I would rather choose being gulped up by a tiger, not a muscular projectile from the deep with triple rows of meat grinder teeth. What do you think? Because tigers are
more like us. These furry mammals breathe the same air as we do. And aren’t kittens cute? Not so little sharks. Tiger or shark, I don’t want to be eaten by either one. Luckily, my chances for such an encounter are slim, unless I fall into a tiger cage or a really big aquarium. But I don’t go to the zoo so often any more. People who have been injured and mutilated by sharks carry that trauma as nightmares forward for the rest of their lives. Close your eyes, imagine you are swimming in the ocean, a torpedo takes aim at your silhouette from the depths below towards the middle of your gut. Keep on paddling. Easy catch.
Sharks have almost surround vision, a real wide-angle horizon view, especially towards what floats above them. Duh, they are really good swimmers too. Now imagine you are professional surfer Bethany Hamilton. She survived such a shark attack in Hawaii. The shark devoured her arm and half of her surfboard. Miraculously she survived the life-threatening injury and took up surf-boarding again. She wrote a book called Soul Surfer about her experience. Later, a movie was made. I heard it is quite heart and gut wrenching. Good for the girl, she got on the surfboard again. Would she want to see 10 million sharks dead in exchange for her gruesome experience? The “real criminal” man-eater shark that attacked her apparently was caught the next day.
Now back to beginning. Why Sharks Attack was the title of a NOVA PBS documentary I watched in May. Naturally, the NOVA programs are always well done and informative. However, I had two especially defining moments. One was the fact that Peter Benchley’s (the author of Jaws) widow had become a driving activist for shark preservation. She seemed to resent and atone for the vilification of the ocean “tigers” in her husband’s famous thriller. Sharks are important for the natural balance in the oceans. The other moment was the shock of numbers. Somewhere between 70 million and 100 million sharks are killed every year. I can’t even imagine that this many sharks are out there. Despite a lot of shark tourism lately, I heard somewhere that sharks don’t make such good pets. So I would say, we leave most of them where they are and don’t swim too close to them. Or do we want to accomplish another extinction along such greats as the buffalo? Hasta la vista, Baby!
Great writing Anna! I grew up in Virginia Beach with a sea-loving family and saw my share of sharks – even caught a few while fishing for for better table fare! We threw them back in of course, but I was always amazed at how different they looked from the other fish. And of course after seeing “Jaws” I was afraid to swim in the ocean for several years. Glad to say I’ve overcome my fear but try not to think about what else is swimming with me 🙂
Halllooooo,love your style…and the fact that you researched-well done-no bla,bla with this gal!
Your cooking seems to be exquisite-always some new dish-I am more into vegan stuff these days- not strict-its vegan plus meat or fish once a week-
How is the gang? The girls are doing very well?Daddy has never done anything else but top notch?
off to the lake-you remember?- there is a swan family-I keep track of their development-bis hoffentlich bald
Christiana
Christiana,
So happy to hear from you! We are well and back to school. Yes, we remember your lake clearly, especially the ice cream shop on its shore. So when are you coming? We have to catch up! Cheers, Annie
I guess one can have an intellectual appreciation for sharks, but it’s hard to develop an emotional attachment to them. Unfortunately, awesome creatures that they are, they are still no match for us. The numbers we kill each year are staggering! Last night, NOVA had a fascinating program on shark attacks and what can be done to prevent them.