Yesterday I headed over to one of my favorite surf spots on the south shore, Sand Island beach park. The swell was too small for the regular break to be working, which is the one straight out from the watch tower. Since it was high tide, the right that forms off of the super shallow reef was working perfectly. The wave was breaking chest to head high, fast and super hollow on 2-3′ of water over the sharp reef.
There was a very rare north wind, which gave a perfect on-shore breeze that held the wave up enough to get long rides around the edge of the reef. All in all it was a ton of fun and since there was only 2 of us out there, the waves were plentiful.
After a while the guy on the stand-up paddle board pointed right next to me and started yelling “shark!, shark!”. Apparently he saw the shark swim right by me and its dorsal fin sick out of the water. Needless to say I pretty much high tailed it back to shore. That’s twice now people around me have spotted a shark, and I have yet to see one with my own eyes. I must not look very tasty.