“About this big,” Kane said, holding his hands some three feet apart. The only thing he snagged on Tuesday afternoon was a shark.
He’s fished these waters for some 30 years. Kane was hoping to catch a tarpon or mackerel. “There could be a 10-footer in there,” Kane said, casually pointing to the dark water under the pier. They struggle to explain the sudden spate of attacks.īut there is no need to explain the fascination with this creature, or the fear it inspires. Injuries have ranged widely, from an 8-year-old boy who had only minor wounds to his heel and ankle to at least two others who had limbs amputated.Īuthorities don’t blame the same shark, or even the same type of shark.
The attacks have spanned a hundred-mile stretch of coastline, three of them along the barrier islands of the Outer Banks. Always lurking, always swimming, always eating.Īnd too often, of late, their prey has been human: In a 28-day span, eight people have been bitten by sharks in North Carolina, a new high for the 80 years in which records have been kept. Maybe even a great white or two, if Twitter is to be believed. There are sharpnose and black tips, bulls and tigers. They’re out there, somewhere, in the murky, antifreeze-green water. “This is a very sharky place,” mused 56-year-old John Kane as he stood on the Avon Pier and stared into the crashing surf. It’s the golden hour, right before sunset, when the light is soft and pretty.
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