I have experienced a lot while diving for fish in Hawaii. Most of the ocean’s bounty was mainly used to feed my family. Every time I went diving, there was always a new adventure unfolding. This is just one of the many clashes I had while diving in Hawaii. Most expert divers really don’t know how to handle a dangerous situation until it literally bites them!
Diving in Hawaii has provided me with many adventures that I have already shared with my family and close friends. One of these episodes comes to mind because of how treacherous the situation truly was. The true life story I am about to share might be a little scary, but in the end, everything turned out alright.
My cousin and I decided that we would do a night dive at Diamond Head Beach Park. This is a place we have been diving for many years and didn’t come across any problems. Both of us were still in high school, but we had enough diving experience to be able to proceed. The first hour went without any difficulties and started to catch a lot and fish and lobsters.
The water was only 5 to 8 feet deep and so we decided to go out into the deeper part of the ocean. We wanted to catch more fish and lobsters so we needed to go deeper. The outside reef was about 20 feet and visibility was great. I just caught a 20-pound blue parrot fish and put it in with the rest of the catch. In total, we were able to spear 10 lobsters and 6 parrot fish weighing in an average of 15 pounds.
The diving bag was very heavy and I had a difficult time swimming with it. I finally wrapped the top of the bag around my right-hand wrist and swam with the bag between my legs so that I can get more distance. All of a sudden I felt a strong tug from the diving bag. I thought that it was one of the fish that was squirming around in the bag so I didn’t bother to look behind. Soon after, a second tug brought my face between my legs. All I saw were huge white teeth chewing on the dive bag! The bag and everything in it was taken in one bite!
I quickly pulled my arm away and started to swim backward with my spear cocked and ready to shoot. When I was far enough, I got to see what type and how big the shark was. It was definitely a tiger shark that was at least 3 feet wide and 15 feet in length. The shark was busy chewing on the bag and it’s contents so I was able to escape. My heart was racing and my legs were cramping because I didn’t realize that I was swimming really fast.
When I made it to the shallows I was almost out of breath, but I kept swimming for the shore which was only 20 yards away. I wasn’t about to take any chances. My cousin caught up with me and noticed that the dive bag was gone. He angrily asked, “Where’s the bag?” I told him in a sarcastic voice, “Go see the 15-foot tiger shark that is only a 100 feet away!” He didn’t even ask twice because he literally ran on the water to get out onto the shore.