On Sunday, just like with every trip out to the Farallon Islands, I let our passengers know that it was extremely unlikely that we would see a great white shark - they don’t need to come up for air, and you’ll only see them if they attack something or if they come up to examine something - very rare occurrences.
Three hours later, we’re right off Southeast Farallon Island watching a 10 foot great white tear the hell out of sea lion or seal (I didn’t get a clear view of what was getting attacked.) Plus, as a bonus, another 6-8 foot shark came along to investigate the ruckus. It was promptly scared off by the first shark.
I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to be wrong. I should put a damper on clients’ expectations more often.
Coooooool!
The sea lion, on the other hand …
Under-promise and over-deliver, man. Or bribe the sharks.
Yeah, my actual response was “Holy #%#@^ !& how cool.” Making sure to carefully pronouce the “#” so that no one was offended. 
I can never remember… which is the offensive one? “Pound”, “Hash”, or “Number sign”?
Just to be on the safe side, I pronouce “#” throw-at-gwar-blir-mange-rove. Anything to clear the confusion.
wevets, where have you been? Jumping the shark jumped the shark years ago!
That’ll teach a seal not to jump a shark.
I wonder when the seal will get to use that lesson…