LuckenbachTexas
Buckeye
Some of the largest Hammerheads I've seen were in Boca Grande Pass and Mobile Bay.
Suggestions for a Shark Gun
- Thread starter John in WYO
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c'mon, make it a fair fight. Jump in and try to blast 'em underwater. Here is the link to the video that a pic of was posted earlier. Looks like from a distance of 2 feet or less you will have a good chance of winning.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OubvTOHWTms
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OubvTOHWTms
edlmann
Blackhawk
Found this expert recommendation online:
OP
John in WYO
Single-Sixer
So now, my Mother-in-law calls to tell me how excited she is that I am finally coming. She has arranged an ocean boat adventure "...to go fishing with Luke."
"What is a "Luke"?" I replied.
"He's Bailey's boyfriend. The one she wants to introduce you and her mother to."
The fog lifted, the seas parted and the full impact of the importance of my attendance at the beach became suddenly clear.
I have been had.
Permission granted for a new shark gun came too easy. I wasn't suspicious enough. Smug in my ability to sway my Darling wife, I had walked straight into the trap. The one laid by the most clever of opponents, women.
The three of them had concocted this little introduction in a clandestine conspiracy and Elaine had spilled the beans. If "Luke" is important enough to require my appearance, Bailey must be thoroughly smitten.
I married her mother when Bailey was still in high school. We've been pretty tight. 8 years of college in two states, with the attendant moving of furniture. Between colleges one year, one afternoon she very casually asked me if I could teach her how to shoot.
She had never expressed any interest prior to that day. I immediately replied " Sure. Let's go down in the basement. I have a bullet trap, a .22 revolver and some CB caps. ".
Her mother, my wife, was walking by and gently leaned over, and got down to my (seated) level (not my IQ level, hers is much higher than mine) gently placed her hands on either side of my face, looked deeply into into my eyes and said "Honey, we don't shoot in the house." Maintaining steady eye contact, she gently rotated my head in a side to side motion indicating a negative response, saying "Right?" at the same time. She then said "You do understand, right?" She switched the movement to an up and down, nodding motion, signifying that I understood. "We don't shoot in the house. Got it".
She grabbed her purse and headed to the garage. She said she was heading into town to the grocery store. As soon as the sound of tires on the gravel county road died away, I grabbed Bailey's hand and started down the stairs.
"What are we doing?" she asked.
"Teaching you to shoot." came the reply.
"But Mom just said we don't shoot in the house." She looked puzzled.
"Honey, that was a me and Mom 'we', not a you and me 'we'.".
The grin from her face was worth it. So began her introduction to shooting.
Fast forward seven years, she completed her degrees and internships, etc.. And is now a Doctor. When she began applying to medical facilities, she finally got down to two. One in Colorado and one in Georgia.
In discussing the one in Georgia, I put my foot down.
In my best Dad voice I said " I forbid it."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Why?"
"Because you are going to go down there, meet some sweet-talking, slow Southern drawling, handsome, country boy and drag him home to meet Mom and me. I won't have it."
She grinned.
And took the job in Georgia.
Now, two years later, my prediction is about to come true.....
"What is a "Luke"?" I replied.
"He's Bailey's boyfriend. The one she wants to introduce you and her mother to."
The fog lifted, the seas parted and the full impact of the importance of my attendance at the beach became suddenly clear.
I have been had.
Permission granted for a new shark gun came too easy. I wasn't suspicious enough. Smug in my ability to sway my Darling wife, I had walked straight into the trap. The one laid by the most clever of opponents, women.
The three of them had concocted this little introduction in a clandestine conspiracy and Elaine had spilled the beans. If "Luke" is important enough to require my appearance, Bailey must be thoroughly smitten.
I married her mother when Bailey was still in high school. We've been pretty tight. 8 years of college in two states, with the attendant moving of furniture. Between colleges one year, one afternoon she very casually asked me if I could teach her how to shoot.
She had never expressed any interest prior to that day. I immediately replied " Sure. Let's go down in the basement. I have a bullet trap, a .22 revolver and some CB caps. ".
Her mother, my wife, was walking by and gently leaned over, and got down to my (seated) level (not my IQ level, hers is much higher than mine) gently placed her hands on either side of my face, looked deeply into into my eyes and said "Honey, we don't shoot in the house." Maintaining steady eye contact, she gently rotated my head in a side to side motion indicating a negative response, saying "Right?" at the same time. She then said "You do understand, right?" She switched the movement to an up and down, nodding motion, signifying that I understood. "We don't shoot in the house. Got it".
She grabbed her purse and headed to the garage. She said she was heading into town to the grocery store. As soon as the sound of tires on the gravel county road died away, I grabbed Bailey's hand and started down the stairs.
"What are we doing?" she asked.
"Teaching you to shoot." came the reply.
"But Mom just said we don't shoot in the house." She looked puzzled.
"Honey, that was a me and Mom 'we', not a you and me 'we'.".
The grin from her face was worth it. So began her introduction to shooting.
Fast forward seven years, she completed her degrees and internships, etc.. And is now a Doctor. When she began applying to medical facilities, she finally got down to two. One in Colorado and one in Georgia.
In discussing the one in Georgia, I put my foot down.
In my best Dad voice I said " I forbid it."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Why?"
"Because you are going to go down there, meet some sweet-talking, slow Southern drawling, handsome, country boy and drag him home to meet Mom and me. I won't have it."
She grinned.
And took the job in Georgia.
Now, two years later, my prediction is about to come true.....
winchester348
Single-Sixer
Not all of us Georgia boys are slow talking nor handsome. But then again I'm a transplant from New York. slow talking not, handsome ...well my wife thinks so.
contender
Ruger Guru
Well,,, look at it like this. She COULD have taken the job in Colorado,,, met some long-haired hippy type pot smoker, and became a liberal. At least with a Georgia boy,,, she's likely to keep on shooting!
Now,, go on the trip,, meet Luke,,, and see if your tutoring has been proper.
Now,, go on the trip,, meet Luke,,, and see if your tutoring has been proper.
ChiefMuzz
Blackhawk
You'll probably need one of the new 5 shot Bisleys, but sine we all know 5 shots isn't enough, you should probably get one in each caliber. Plus Luke needs one to tryout at the range too.
OP
John in WYO
Single-Sixer
I want to thank those who responded.
Especially relevant were the real world experiences of contender and Luckenbach Texas.
You guys really caused me to re-evaluate the aquatic use of a handgun in a shark-defense role.
I watched a couple of YouTube videos of sharks in their pursuit of tarpon that fishermen were reeling in. I don't know which species of shark were involved, but it was unbelievable, the speed and turning ability of the sharks in pursuit of a fish.
A person would have no chance at all against a mature shark.
Even in knee deep or waist deep water, humans are at a massive disadvantage.
I'll stick to bears and lions.
I forgot to mention in earlier posts on the upcoming trip, one of my coyote calling partners from the north central Wyoming called me two days after I committed to go to the beach.
Craig: "I'm going to Idaho next month to call wolves. You're welcome to come along. Want to go?"
Me: "Why didn't you call three days ago?"
Since I'm committed to this adventure, now I'm thinking that a Kevlar cable from the winch on the ATV, with the winch modified to a high speed, instant retraction,might be the next great idea. I'll take the suggestions about taking beer and enjoying the beach.
I'll hook the cable to the deer hunting tree stand harness I'll make her wear so I can snatch my wife from the water. My idea of "fun at the beach" now is sitting in the ATV in the shade of the cab, with binoculars and a beer, thumb on the winch button, standing Shark Watch.
The "Luke" critter is gonna be on his own. Survival of the fittest, you know. We''ll see if he's worthy.
I think I still qualify for the purchase of the shark gun.
Especially relevant were the real world experiences of contender and Luckenbach Texas.
You guys really caused me to re-evaluate the aquatic use of a handgun in a shark-defense role.
I watched a couple of YouTube videos of sharks in their pursuit of tarpon that fishermen were reeling in. I don't know which species of shark were involved, but it was unbelievable, the speed and turning ability of the sharks in pursuit of a fish.
A person would have no chance at all against a mature shark.
Even in knee deep or waist deep water, humans are at a massive disadvantage.
I'll stick to bears and lions.
I forgot to mention in earlier posts on the upcoming trip, one of my coyote calling partners from the north central Wyoming called me two days after I committed to go to the beach.
Craig: "I'm going to Idaho next month to call wolves. You're welcome to come along. Want to go?"
Me: "Why didn't you call three days ago?"
Since I'm committed to this adventure, now I'm thinking that a Kevlar cable from the winch on the ATV, with the winch modified to a high speed, instant retraction,might be the next great idea. I'll take the suggestions about taking beer and enjoying the beach.
I'll hook the cable to the deer hunting tree stand harness I'll make her wear so I can snatch my wife from the water. My idea of "fun at the beach" now is sitting in the ATV in the shade of the cab, with binoculars and a beer, thumb on the winch button, standing Shark Watch.
The "Luke" critter is gonna be on his own. Survival of the fittest, you know. We''ll see if he's worthy.
I think I still qualify for the purchase of the shark gun.
LuckenbachTexas
Buckeye
I've seen a lot of things, but this is a highly unlikely scenerio for various reasons with a "real" southern boy.
John, if y'all choose to carry a shark gun, make it a 44 Special. There is only one guarantee (stay outta da water) and its no fun. Some species will bite you nomatter what they taste about ya.
contender said:
John, if y'all choose to carry a shark gun, make it a 44 Special. There is only one guarantee (stay outta da water) and its no fun. Some species will bite you nomatter what they taste about ya.
Please let us know all the juicy details on your return from the soiree. 
gramps
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old greybeard
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In all seriousness please remember NC is a must notify state. As soon as any law enforcement officer approaches you for any reason, you must notify them that you are carrying and hand over your permit. And you cannot be drinking, at all, and carry. If you have beer with you on the beach, leave the gun at the condo. PITA! I like to drink beer on the beach while fishing, so pepper spray, knives and two coonhounds are my security!
My one and only beach/surf injury was stepping on a jelly fish. Painful swollen foot for a few days. This at Va. Beach, say 1970 or so. Wife almost drowned, according to her, I had to remind her to swim. She's blonde. This at Assateague. Oh, don't step on a horseshoe crab either, tough on the foot too.
LuckenbachTexas
Buckeye
Jelly Fish, Yuk!
