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At 12:21 PM,  Anonymous said...

I'll never forget living in Florida (FT. Walton Beach, on the famous Miracle Strip, whitest sands in the world) and having dolphins cavorting alongside me while water-skiing in the Gulf of Mexico (I never claimed to be sane). How beautiful, graceful, and FAST they were, 'cause my favorite speed to ski was 32 knots and they had no trouble al all keeping up. It was very common to see them then (1962-64) and every time they chased the boat play wanting to play we'd stop the boat, jump in, and play.

We were all kids, ranged from 8,9, to 14, and they would interact with us so gently and playfully. A big blue shark (12 ft, roughly) was foolish enough to approach one day and I still have never seen any creature have as much fun harassing, haranguing, and slammin' a shark all about his body, but with one dolphin (we thought he was the leader of the pod) concentrating on ramming the shark's head and gills until the shark finally made great haste leaving. After that the only time we felt truly safe swimming or skiing the Gulf was when these dolphins graced us with their presence.

We always fed them every bit of bait fish we would have left and they were always enjoyed that. I always thought that was why they seemed to look for us every weekend. They would follow us through Destin Pass, across Choctawhatchee (sp?) Bay and maybe a half mile up Cinco (or Five Mile) Bayou. We lived right where the bayou ended a total distance of maybe fifteen miles with them playing alongside at 35 knots or more.

I'm so happy that this is not one of the many, many memories that no longer exist within my mind.

 

At 12:24 PM,  Anonymous said...

Could I have misspelled more words and made more grammatical mistakes in the comment above? Maybe, but I'M a perfectionist

 

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