It’s bad enough being bitten by a shark, even if it is a little shark at only twenty-three inches, but it’s worse when the damned thing won’t let go and you have to swim to shore, get in your car and then drive for assistance while the little bugger is hanging off your calf.
“Once I got on to shore, a couple of people tried to help me, but I could not remove it. It was stuck there, so I got up into my car and then drove to the clubhouse, and luckily the guys down there had a clue what to do.”
A senior lifeguard at the clubhouse, Michael Jones, said he couldn’t believe his eyes when Tresoglavic turned up—shark in tow.
“He basically asked the question: ‘Can you help me get it off?’ There’s nothing in our procedure manual for that type of thing,” Jones said.
The lifeguards flushed the shark’s gills with fresh water, forcing it to loosen its grip on Tresoglavic’s leg—with blood oozing from 70 needle-like punctures. The shark later died.
It may have been small, but it made up for it in attitude and determination.