"Nah, they're usually there," he told them. "You guys just saw 'em."
"I don't surf where there are sharks," he emphasized to me now.
"You surf in Bolinas!" Peter said, with a snort. Bolinas was a tiny
beach town, also in West Marin, that was only eighteen miles by boat
from the Farallones. Sightings of healthy-size white sharks in the
town's channel were not uncommon. Recently, a boogie boarder had
been attacked there. In other words, Bolinas had plenty of sharks.
"Yeah, but I'm in water that's only up to my chest," Scot replied,
laughing. "And I always have a buffer zone of about fifteen kids
All this shark talk was making me impatient. Where were they? As if
reading my mind, Scot suddenly stood up. "There's something going on
down there," he said, pointing toward the wave. Even without
binoculars I could see the black dorsal fin, it was that close to
shore; any closer and the shark would be joining us for coffee. We
watched for a moment as the fin carved a few tight circles like a
figure skater diligently practicing and then disappeared into the
"There's no carcass," Peter said.
"Yeaahhh, that's just one of them being weird," Scot said.
"Well, it could be a sea lion, though." Sea lion carcasses don't
float like elephant seal carcasses. Thus, attacks on sea lions were
much harder to spot. It was decided that we'd launch the whaler and
take a look; even if there was nothing going on in Mirounga Bay,
we'd be out on the water, that much closer to the action.
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