Megalodon and Narcissistic Neanderthals
Over three decades ago, I was in the Marine Corps. I was stationed at Camp LeJeune, North Carolina. One day, a fellow devil dog whom i worked with for a short time, asked me if i'd like to hit the beach to hunt for shark teetth. Having been passionate about sharks since 1975, when i experienced jaws for the first time, I jumped, like a breaching great white, for the jawsome opportunity.
Once we arrived at the beach, I waded into the ocean to where the salt water flowed over the ankles pf my combat boots. Heading up the beach, within five to ten minutes, I had collected three or four small teeth. Continuing with my quest, I walked furthur, when i spotted something lying in the water ahead of me. Was i seeing what i thought i was seeing? I must have been because my friend had spotted it too - only I was much closer.
Covering the short distance, I stood awestruck before it. I reached down into the sea's wondrous waters and scooped up the gift Poseidon had granted me. Resting in my hand, encompassing the size of my palm, was a tooth from what was once the ocean's supreme predator: Megalodon.
Flash forward to: Last week some people fished a baby shark out of the ocean at a New York beach. Adults, including parents, and children, proceeded to take selfies with the poor animal. Even though the shark was clearly dying, having been out of the water for minutes, and with at least one responsible person screaming that obvious fact to the oblivious, the narcissistic neanderthals continued snapping selfish selfies.When they were finished abusing the saltwater prop, whose ancestors go back to the age of megalodon, they tossed it back into the ocean's chilly waters, where it floated belly up, as the tide took it out.
Had I been there, I'm not sure what i would've done. I know i wouldn't just plead with those assholes to release the shark. I would've attempted to rescue it, even if it meant becoming physical. What would Cookoo Charlie have done? That's a story in need of being written.
