Blood in the Water
updated 08/07/2006 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 08/07/2006 AT 01:00 AM EDT
But Gary, an experienced spearfisherman, insisted they could make it back to their boat 250 yards away. With blood from the snapper dripping into the water, another reef shark, this one about 6 ft., suddenly bit Bebe on the arm. Then it turned on Gary. "It was in a frenzy mode, with its back arched, and it was thrashing," he says. Bebe recalls thinking, "If he bites him right now, I'm going to be looking at the inside of my brother's stomach." Instead the shark again turned toward Bebe, who had reloaded her speargun. As the shark attacked, jaws open, she took aim. "It felt like it swam right up onto my spear," she says. "I made sure I got it inside the jaws, and then I let go of the sling. I could feel it hit the back of the shark's throat." The blacktip, streaming blood, swam off. Frightened at the time, Gary was later philosophical: "Life is as exciting as you make it," he says. "I'd much rather die by shark attack than in some nursing home."