Some while back, I was part of the Great White Research unit based at the V&A Waterfront. We did quite a bit of diving, but always in a cage. The focus of the unit was to tag sharks and try monitor migratory patterns. I was just a deck hand at the time, but I also had my own boat and skippers license, so I knew my way around open water.
During the latter part of 1993 (if I recall correctly), National Geographic and the BBC approached the unit and enlisted their services for a documentary on Great Whites. This was to be filmed at Struisbaai and Gansbaai. Needless to say, I was enrolled as a skipper of one of the boats carrying some of the film crew members.
We had to errect a platform between Dyer Island and Bird Rock to serve as a vantage point for
Doug Allen
, one of the worlds most respected wildlife cameramen. The platform had to be secured to the bottom with sand bags, which I volunteered to do. I was not afforded the luxury of SCUBA. While working on this, taking sand bags down to the bottom and securing them to the base of the platform, some moments were slightly unnerving. The activities was closely monitored by a few curious sharks, to such an extent that I had to spiral to the surface each time my work on the bottom was done. During those days, I had a comfortable one minute bottom time while working at about seven meters. I must honestly say that I NEVER felt threatened in any way. On numerous occasions, I lingered on the bottom just to see them come closer, then drift out of sight. Something that I will always remember about them is the silence with which they appear from seemingly nowhere, and their majestic effortless gliding away into the distance.
The black eye you are referring to is so full of life, it scares you. There is no feeling in the world that comes close to being face to face with a six meter Great White, that permanent grin unmistakable. Many divers have asked me "how would you know that the shark you encounter is actually a Great White?" There is only one reply... YOU WILL KNOW. It's like soiling yourself, there can NEVER be doubt.
I encountered a 4 meter female once while diving for crayfish off Vermont near Hermanus. When I saw her, I slowly swam in her direction. Disappointingly, she rapidly sped off when she noticed me.
During this past December, I took my kids for a cage dive in Mossel Bay. It was humbling to see so many sharks after so many years. The absolute awe in their eyes convinced me that they are hooked, and I know they will forever respect these awe enspiring animals. More importantly, they will NEVER harm a shark, no matter the species. That in itself for me is mission accomplished.
I would have loved to take my wife with, but she is so heavily gravid at the moment, there is no cage big enough. :lol: