Well that's good. I just bought the "Shark Week - 20th Aniv. DVD collection" and it's
all about "I survived this attack ... that attack... Big Teeth.... The "real Quint"... etc. etc.

Depressing.

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Regards,

Arnold

I tried to watch the show about where the Indianapolis went down, but
Discovery kept throwing up so many blurbs about what I was whatching, whre
to go for more info, whats coming mnext, that I turned it off.

Dennis

As for whether or not sharks don't take well to bubbles, I can neither
confirm nor deny.  All I can do is relate one of my experiences.

I was diving off of Rarotonga, Cook Islands.

Here is a reprint of my original post:

"Last May I was diving along enjoying myself, when I spied two whitetips
circling about in a swimthrough of a pinnacle out in the sand 50' or so away
and at about 130' deep.  I was at 85'+/- and so decided to stop, hang and
watch them for a while.  The larger of the two decided to stop swimming
around and come out.  I assumed it would swim away and I was prepared to
parallel it for a while but oddly enough, the shark swam towards me.  I then
assumed it would veer off . . . it didn't.  I continued to watch but I was
thinking, "this is odd behavior, don't be afraid, they don't like divers" .
. . the shark continued to slowly but surely wend its way towards me.  I
continued to watch but noted that my respiratory rate had increased and that
I was rising somewhat in the water column. And the shark was still coming,
with that graceful weaving way that they have about them . . . I continued
to watch and to slowly rise and to wonder at the shark's behavior . . . the
shark becoming larger and larger in my view all the while as it came
directly to me. I'm thinking all kinds of things, like "this is so unusual,
it's so beautiful, this isn't happening, this is thrilling, I'm not scared,
yes, I am, I should swim away, I don't fricken think so, etc. etc."  And as
the shark was now about 20' from me, still focussed and on track directly
for me and I was still rising in the water column due to my rapid breathing,
I decided to vent my BC a tad.  I reached back and gave one quick tug.  The
sudden sharp rush of air escaping my BC sounded louder than I had ever
noticed before or since. The shark sharply turned and rapidly excelerated
away.  I breathed a sigh equally of sadness as relief and watched it glide
off into the open ocean.  I stayed only long enough to ensure that it was
far from me before turning and rejoining my group, none of whom had observed
the encounter, of course.  Still they believed me, which may have had as
much to do with my demeaner once back on the boat, as with my normal
credibility.  :^)"