The right to bite

But how many recorded dingo attack fatalities have there been? One in 2001, when a boy, 9, was tragically killed on the island; before that in the whole of Australia, we have to look all the way back to 1980 when a young mother uttered that immortal line at Ayers Rock (Uluru) “A dingo's taken my baby…”

Those words from Lindy Chamberlain and her subsequent trial and conviction for murdering her own child Azaria, divided the nation almost as much as The Voice debate, but those of us on Lindy’s side always believed in her innocence  and celebrated her belated exoneration.

Now let’s look at sharks. According to trackingsharks.com there have been seven attacks so far this year in Australia, “zero provoked and two fatal”. https://www.trackingsharks.com/2023-shark-attack-map/

The previous year there were nine attacks with one fatality, and in 2021 there were 24 attacks and three fatalities, with an average number of attacks over five years of 16.

There were no dominant species responsible, with Wobbegongs, White Sharks, Tiger Sharks, Bull Sharksand Reef Sharks all recorded.

I don’t buy the claim by some academics that sharks never  really mean to bite humans, as some of the reported attacks involve the sleek predators returning for a second or third strike after they’ve obviously determined we are not seals or any other seafood. And I do have some skin in the game, having survived several close encounters in my younger days as a skin diver and spearfisherman up and down the East Coast.

Here’s one account whichinvolves the only settlement in Australia to have a date as a place name honouring the visit by Lieutenant James Cook - The Town of 1770 -  back when it was accessible by a sandy track through the wallum and melaleucas:

The clear waters off Round Hill Head were  home to mackerel, schools of barramundi, big cod and curious giant gropers that followed us around to see what these strange looking interlopers with facemasks and big flippers were up to in their territory…

Sometimes they came close, but they never acted aggressively and we were never tempted to spear them… However, the barra were a fitting target, with just one problem. They obviously considered sharks less of a threat, so they mingled with a pack of bronze whalers about 35 feet (10 m) below us. My mate Elliot and I took turns, one “riding shotgun” (or speargun) while the other dived  to spear a fish before returning to the rocks with a thrashing barra in tow.

That’s what I was doing when Elliot followed me and signalled me to surface. His face looked a whiter shade of pale.

“Mate, that was too bloody close for comfort!”

“ Er, what do you mean, I didn’t miss it”. The barra on my spear was about 20 lb (9kg).

“Not the bloody fish, the bloody shark …. Didn’t you see it?”

“I saw lots of sharks, about eight or 10, so what?”

“Well one of them came straight at you when you were heading in. I thought you were a goner, but it veered off just behind your flippers.”

“Nah, mate, I didn’t see that one!”

Ah well, the classic case of what you don’t see can’t hurt you, but on one break back on dry land I looked out over the water and saw newbie diver Bob perched on top of a rock outcrop just covered by the tide.

He waved his arms and yelled out, “ Help there’s f---ing sharks all around me”.

I tried to reassure him. “Just stay calm mate and swim slowly back to shore. If you don’t splash about, they won’t hurt you. We’ve been diving with them all morning.”

“No way, I’m staying put!”

Oh crap, we can’t leave Bob stuck out there, so I swam back out to him and coaxed him off the rock.

“Just follow me in, you’ll be right”.

And we were. The circling sharks kept their distance but that was the end of it for Bob. He packed his dive gear and sat and watched until it was time to make the long haul back up the hill and back to the road with the day’s catch…

But that Saturday night back at our regular watering hole, I knew I was in real trouble when my primed mates recounted the adventure in front of my pregnant wife: “That shark missed you by this much…”