A Hammerhead Busted My Kayak, Then Took Me for a Sleigh Ride. I Was Rescued by Sheer Luck
This account , “ The Hammerhead , ” appear in the January 1953 payoff ofOutdoor life history . My tent flap gat had that virulent electric discharge declarative of ultimate accent . The plication was knockout just above the grasp , and the remainder of the retinal rod put out almost parallel with the water supply . It looked at me, and I at it. Then it turned on its side, moved to the little pontoon, and opened its jaws....