So yesterday a group of us plunked down $35 for the ability to actually get into the water with sharks swimming all around us. [Yes, you read that right...] Our little group of us, including the good Bishop Tom and Maggie, loaded up on a charter bus after lunch and headed out for Stuart Cove's, a 20 minute ride away from New Providence Community Church. Before leaving we had to sign a release waiver [like you do] in order to release Stuart Cove's from any liability that might result from, oh say... death. The best part of the form, which Jordon pointed out to all of us, was the fact that we were acknowledging that any medical attention that we might need as a result of swimming with said sharks might not be immediate. [What a wonderfully warm thought.]
Once we arrived at the cove, we were given fins - which we were told was not because we needed them to swim, but for the fact that they were to alert said sharks that our feet were not some form of appetizer. [Once again, the look on the faces of our fellow shark swimming compadres was priceless.] We boarded the boat, certain that death might await us.
So Bahamian shark diving goes a little something like this. Once the boat stops, they lower an enclosed chum bucket to attract the sharks. Once there is a significant amount of sharks in the water - you voluntarily step on the back landing of the boat, fins and mask firmly in place, and jump into the water. A yellow rope is thrown out, with a buoy at the end, which serves as something to grip and hold onto so as you don't float away in adrenaline induced fear.
Since I was one of the last people into the boat, I was near the landing - which made me one of the first in the water. I must say, it was amazing. The chum bucket was about 30-40 feet below the boat. The water was filled with hundreds yellow snapper. As you looked around, you see the big boys rolling in. One of them, easily a five feet long reef shark, silently glided past me, perhaps nothing more than two feet away.
After everyone was in the water, we sat watching in amazement as 30-35 reef sharks swam below us. As I was looking around I noticed the person next to me. He looked a little nervous. It was Tom Wright. [Yeah, that was kind of a surreal experience in and of itself. Here I am, in the Bahamas, swimming in the water with reef sharks, next to Tom Wright. Crazy.]
Anyway, after being in the water for 20 minutes or so, the sharks began to get bored with the whole game and began to swim around us and away from the dive site. We began to get out of the water and back into the boat. Then it happened. Like Pavlov's dogs, they began to swarm the back of the boat, knowing what was going to come next - feeding time.
Safely aboard the boat, we got our our cameras to capture the moment. The deck hand brought up the chum bucket, opened in up, and began to throw hunks of fish into the water. The teeming sharks literally climbed over each other to snap up the fish. Absolutely amazing. Something I'll never forget. Jordon took some photos and Spencer shot some amazing digital footage underwater. I'll post some it as soon as I can get it.
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