Getting to Know the Sharks in Guadalupe Island, Mexico

My wife was an incredible animal lover and animal welfare activist. She had all kinds of pets growing up, from birds, mice, fish, cats and dogs and even worked for the RSPCA at one point as a paid Volunteer Coordinator. And it all rubbed off on me too, through the adoption of our own pets, fostering of animals and volunteering for that same organization.

“Though this shark I’m sure had a catalogued name which I didn’t know of, I anointed her in honor of that woman who’d teased me so much and whom I’ll love and miss forever.”

Though I’m sure this shark had a catalogued name which I didn’t know of, I anointed her in honor of that woman who’d teased me so much and whom I’ll love and miss forever.I named her Roz.

And with a big jerk, the cage started moving upwards. My time with Roz was at an end. I watched her as she stayed at 35 feet, circling about, where she was joined by the second shark and eventually went off into the gloom. I was so emotional as we ascended through the water. I could feel the tears building up in my mask and my breathing starting to stutter.

I had a distinct personal connection with this incredible animal and it was almost as if she spoke to me personally. I didn’t feel afraid or threatened. If anything I felt enlightened and gracious that she gave me some of her time, allowing me to capture it all on my camera for eternity.

Enter Domino

She entered my field of view diagonally, coming up from the right. She zoomed in like an F16 fighter jet, out-manoevring other sharks for baits. The pure aggressiveness of her entrance surprised me. While the other three sharks slowly swam around debating whether to get a bait, this one bullied her way in actively having a go – and catching them. Who was this shark?

“Who was this shark?”

From the lessons I’d learned from the divemasters, I knew she was a female. A juvenile, she was about 13 feet long, around 1000 pounds. But she had some interesting stripes. There was a long white one on the top of her head. It looked like a painter took a brush and placed one thin stroke on it. She also had a few others around the gills and the top fin too.After seeing her acrobatics for almost an hour, I decided to leave the surface cage and take a break. But I was perplexed as to who this was.

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