Friday, November 7, 2008
Why filmmakers feel the need to use very dead Tiger sharks in films and or television shoots is beyond us.
This kind of reminds us of a similar rant we soapboxed a few weeks ago concerning another Tiger from another shoot at another time. Of course that film was shot by Italians in 1979 so you have to forgive them...they knew not what they were doing.
As for this guy, clearly he knows not what he is doing either. If you're going to ride a dead Tiger (click image for full horror) ensure the crew has kept it in the ocean so it does not dry up as badly as this one did. Makes for a more credible scene.
Really now, where's the professionalism here?
This is a chart (click image) showing the female shark's wayward wanderings after its release in the Santa Barbara Channel on Sept. 7.
Its tag was set to report to scientists at Stanford University's Hopkins Marine Station in five months, but it popped free prematurely on Oct. 8 at 6 a.m..
It was recovered near the backside of San Miguel Island on Oct. 23.
"The map of data from the tag shows the shark spent its whole time after release around the Channel Islands," reports Ken Peterson, a spokesman for the aquarium. "All data from the tag show normal swimming and diving pattern up to the moment of release -- no sign of mortality of the shark as a cause for the premature release."
If the shark is alive, it may be traveling south to warmer water. The last white shark the aquarium held swam around the Baja California peninsula into the Sea of Cortez, where it remained until its tag life expired.
Shark Diver, your favorite neighborhood shark diving company, is featured in this stunningly imaged and worded book under Mexico, Isla Guadalupe.
Naturally if there's only "50 Places to Dive Before You Die" Guadalupe has to be featured in there somewhere.
Chris Santella writer, and fly fisher, searched the planet and interviewed some of the industries noted dive adventurers seeking the back stories of the best dive sites around. He got ours on a river in Oregon last summer casting Chernobyl sized hopper imitations to waiting 20 inch browns who sipped these ungainly bugs off the surface like floating over sized Pez.
We're not going to tell you what we told him (buy the book) suffice to say after 7 years of operations at Isla Guadalupe we had some stories.
Sorry Shredder, you didn't make the cover.