It’s behind you: Great White stalks ocean canoeist

And in our “What The Hell Were You THINKING?” department…

Alone in his tiny plastic sea kayak, marine biologist Trey Snow had hoped to stealthily track a great white shark. But he had the shock of his life when he spotted a giant fin and realised it was he who was being stalked – by surely one of the most feared killers in the world.
The magnificent creature initially dived to the seabed, inspecting the kayak from below, before rising menacingly to the surface. Luckily for Trey, the 13ft-long shark was more inquisitive than hungry.

Trey was just one of a team of scientists hoping to discover why a large group of great whites, which travel off southern Africa’s tip during the summer, regularly swim so close to the beaches.

They decided to venture into the deep blue in the quietest and most unobtrusive vessel they could think of – a bright yellow sea kayak. Amazingly the sharks carried on as normal, giving the scientists a unique insight into their lives.

They observed that the intrepid animals come inshore to interact socially with others of their species – possibly using the opportunity to mate and give birth – and can often be spotted following, or swimming circles around, one another, for extended periods of time.

This incredible picture was taken by wildlife photographer Thomas Peschak – who had to tie himself to the high bridge of a nearby vessel and lean precariously over the ocean before he could get his shot.

The holy grail of shark research and marine wildlife photography is to see great whites mating and giving birth. It is a task which is extremely difficult and dangerous, if not impossible, and even Thomas Peschak has not achieved it yet. And Trey Snow might be thinking he has already got as close to a great white as he wants to …

By hairybeast

He Raves, He Rants He's lost his PANTS!


  1. The holy grail of shark research and marine wildlife photography is to see great whites mating and giving birth.

    Shark Porn? Yuck!

    What a beautiful fish. It brings back memories of all the sharks we used to see from the oil platforms I worked off of in my youth. We used to see so many from the helicopters that took us to and from the platforms too.

    Man, so much fun. Getting sun all day and drinking beer with the sun going down over the water. It was the best view in the world, 150 feet above the Gulf of Mexico. Catching red snapper, cleaning them right there. Then one of the Cajuns would season them and put them on the grill. From catching them to eating them was 5-10 minutes at most.

    One week on, one week off, 12 hours on, 12 off. Forty hours got there quick. All the overtime dollars after that, it was big money for a kid. Huge money really, it would help fund a trip to Europe the next summer. It was good to have a Dad that ran things.

    To think of all the girls and parties on that were enjoyed on weeks off in New Orleans, Houston and Galveston. Eighteen and bullet-proof in New Orleans!

    That was over thirty years ago now. Thanks for making me feel old Beast! Thanks for making me cry! Really, I do mean it, thanks.

    OH, all those sharks and none of them were screwing. Of course I was not a big enuff of a perv to be looking for that!

  2. PG, the Beast was a roustabout out of Venice, Louisiana for two years. 1983 – 85. Worked the Chevron docks, pumping platforms for ARCO, CONOCO, et al. Plaquemines Parish was a trip! Good food on the platforms. At night some of us would sneak up to the helicopter platform and sit, dangling feet off the side and pass a smoke around. Look at the solar lights of the wellheads winking out in the dark. They even had a softball league that’d come in a boat to take us to a sandbar out in the marsh where they carved out a little field.

    Saw a lot of hammerheads out in the gulf of mexico – used to throw spent welding rods at em from 80 feet up. Big brutes.

    The Coonasses were not particularly friendly, though. Their women were pretty but it was your ass if you messed with em. You’d get dumped on the wrong side of the levee and feed the blue crabs and nobody but Jesus would find you.

  3. Of course the shark is following him. Apparently he has never heard of yum yum yellow. This is why scuba divers never wear yellow, duh.

  4. I was 110 miles south of Intercostal City, LA. Worked as a roustabout on 13 production platforms, one was home with the crew quarters. Mainly high pressure gas wells. There were lots of hammerheads, barracudas too. This was in ’77.

    We used to fish off the platform deck. We attached the lines to winches so when we had a bite we would just flip the switch and it would just reel it in. We caught a verity of fish that way including fairly sizable sharks. We were trying for the snapper though.

    Back then all the helicopter pilots for PHI were Vietnam vets, a very crazy bunch.

  5. Crap. Doesn’t he watch the Discovery Channel? I think that’s where I saw the bit on sharks liking yellow. Not only is it yellow, it is bite-sized!

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