Back in '96 did a photo trip down to Revillagegedos Archipelago (pronounced revillagegedos). Find Cabo San Lucas on a map and look 250 miles south.
Great place to see pelagic creatures. Mantas, dolphins, large fish, etc. all gather there. The place get slammed by hurricanes quite often so not much for delicate corals and what not. Not a place for anything meek. Also home to worlds dumbest lobster.
We had been diving around the islands for about 14 days and had seen various species of sharks just about every dive (brown sharks, white tip and black tip reef sharks mostly) as well as mantas, and more mantas (I was having a hard time getting photos that didn’t contain mantas).
So we tried a spot known to be frequented by hammer heads. It was an under water ridge that sticks out from Socorro Island and is fairly deep, running from 60-100 ft on the ridge top. Either side of the ridge falls off into Blue. Current was ripping.
I had camera equipment which was useful for when the reef sharks would get too interested. I could just give them a little bump with the housing or strobe and they’d back off a bit. My wife wasn’t doing photos so she’d carry a hawaiian sling spear (with the sharp tip taken off) to poke 'em if needed.
So here we are down about 70 feet “hiding” from the current behind a large boulder waiting for hammer heads. A large school of tuna came through so I shot several frames of those. Then I did some diver shots with the wife modeling. I had 8 frames left and decided to just wait for some of those damn hammer heads.
Now my air getting to the point where it’s time to start making way to the surface. As we start our ascent, sure enough, here comes a school of hammer heads. These things are really timid and never got close enough for any good shots but I popped off the rest of my roll anyway.
This distracted us so now the current has taken us away from the boat (about 500 yards and counting). We didn’t really know how far until a few minutes later when we surfaced.
We had both gotten pretty saturated with nitrogen and were taking our time ascending. My wife uses a lot less air than I so she was coming up more conservatively. I made the decision to get up to 15 feet and just breath the tank down until I sucked in water and she’d decomp for a few extra minutes.
At this point we’re in blue water and my only reference points are my gauges and my wife. No bottom. Out of the blue to my right is what I first thought was a brown shark. As it get closer to my wife I realize it’s really fucking big. Picture an F-350 crew cab with a tail. This isn’t a brown shark. It’s a… no it can’t be… oh shit. Tiger shark. Really fucking big tiger shark. That unmistakable square head is swimming a direct line to my wife. I’m on the surface now, she’s at 20-25 feet.
She turns tits up and starts kicking away hard, looking down her noise at this… thing. I’m am silently screaming at her to stop kicking. I come to grips with the probability that it’s going to bite her. We are a 36 hour boat ride from a Mexican hospital.
It sort of noses her fins, once, twice. Ok, this is it. I’m thinking she’s done. I’m floating less than 10 yards away and there is nothing I can do. This animal doesn’t care, has no emotion, no self awareness. It’s only decision is food or not food. The only way it knows for sure is to taste.
Just then (she told me after) my wife realized trying to out swim a tiger shark isn’t going to work. So she stopped an presented her vertical body to the animal. She said she wasn’t going to let it eat her. She’s not going down without a fight.
The shark weaved slightly to the left, around my wife and into the blue void. A perfect creature in it’s own element. I started crying. She came up wide eyed and visibly shaking.
The captain of the boat picked us up in an inflatable and we told him what we saw (without saying a word).
He asks “What happened?” I shake my head.
“Did you see hammer heads” I nod.
“You saw something else.” I nod.
“Was it?..”
None of the other 8 people on the boat were told until we got back home.