Exerpt from book entitled Professional Nomad by Maurice Marwood. See: Professional Nomad Book
We watched with rapt attention as the Stuart Cove diver carefully opened the lid of the bait box, skewered a piece of raw fish on the hand spear and slowly held it above his head. Instantly, an eight-foot reef shark swung its head sideways, turned upwards, snatched the bait off the end of the spear, and then swam a short distance away to enjoy its morsel. Meanwhile, a dozen other sharks swam over and around us as we sat, motionless on the sand, among the coral heads 50 feet below the surface. They appeared to be maneuvering into a favorable position as they stalked the bait box, knowing that another piece of food would soon be coming.
My stepson Andrew had only recently acquired his scuba certification and was determined to do a shark-dive before ending his brief visit to the Bahamas. Once he had made up his mind, there was little I could do but go with the flow and try to make it a safe and memorable experience for him. I had already been intrigued by the possibility of doing a shark dive, but had not considered it high priority. However, sharing the experience with Andrew was a good excuse to make it happen.