This is weird. I’m surfing alone in Gracetown, Western Australia, at a stretch of beach that’s produced two fatal shark attacks in less than a decade — the most recent of which occurred in November. Looking to the beach, I see nothing, nobody, only a bushy sprawl all the way back to the distant car park. The sky is gray and the sea is somehow grayer. Shit’s eerie.
A few months back, I wrote an article entitled The Not So Great Shark Hunt on the Western Australia shark cull. I sided with the sharks, arguing that we should explore other preventative measures before resorting to slaughter. It was so righteous. In the comments, someone wrote … More
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