I got my stinky finger sliced from the web to the tip by something in the water. It was mid '90s and I was on the S side. It was crowded and hollow. I got eaten and was tumbling in the white water and felt the rip up. I paddled out and lifted my hand up and I wad bleeding like a pig. It looked I was cut with a razor. It cleared the line up so I stayed out a little longer 'til I got way past the pier. Then belly womped it in. If it was a blue fish, it woulda taken the finger. We had a hotel at the Sea Foam in Whalebone. I had a full suite on there and just trunks in Frisco. To answer your question, No need to go to Frisco. Stay home!
people don't even believe some of my shark stories from the cove in Frisco so I'll spare you, but yes there is no shortage of marine life, even some very tropical varieties in the summer months.
man, you guys are surfers... I'm sure the florida surfers are tearing their hair out wondering why yall are so afraid of sharks.. 5 deaths a year are by sharks. Most of these are in Australia. Here is a list of fatal shark attacks in the USA. INCLUDING HAWAII AND CALI. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_fatal,_unprovoked_shark_attacks_in_the_United_States Most of you guys are not being sarcastic... If you claim that you are you're covering up. Calm down and don't think about it. If anyone on this tread gets attacked I'll buy you lunch.
Thanks for all the feedback! I'm definitely gonna have to take a couple trips, hunt for that 0.01% moment the waves align, paddle my arms off! Interesting note about avoiding strong north winds.
If I knew I was fatally ill and would be a burden on my family, I'd tape bloody steaks to me and paddle out at Frisco. I've always thought that the worse way to die would be to be eaten by ants, little bites at a time. In 01 I thought my nightmare would come true. I was camping in Matapalo CR. I had the flu and was laying in a hammock guarding the site while my bud had an afternoon surf. The vegetation started stirring, then a thousand hermit crabs were stampeding away from the ocean. Then the ants came. There was nothing but an undulating black mass as far as I could see, and a half of a watermelon we had spiked with Guaro. I had sprayed poison around the base of both trees and put duct tape, sticky side up, on the ropes. I was at least 100 yards from the ocean. After what seemed like an eternity, they left.
