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Michael Paterson from Canada. Posted 3 Jul 2003.
As a child on the Isle of Rhum we loved to go fishing with the island's boatman, Hughie MacKinnon in his dinghy. We were out one day fishing for mackerel when a sail fish or basking shark; the world's second biggest shark; surfaced beneath us. We didn't know what was happening as we rose in the air, grabbing hold as the dinghy began to topple sideways. Hughie, a superb seaman, managed to right the dinghy with an oar shoved against the fish and we slid into the water, while the huge sail fish lay motionless with its cavern-like mouth gaping open and its lifeless eyes presumably studying us, before swimming slowly away. Later when we examined the underside of the dinghy, we could see where the skin of the sail fish has scoured the paint away like sandpaper; a proof that convinced those ashore that we were telling the truth. | | |
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