Hello Ron:
Hey, I'm innocent. Well, at least on this topic
The real "guilty ones" are John Vigor, who started this thread, and Cathy Monaghan who, with her obvious web search skills found the photos and then enticed everyone with a large green design and a bold letter link to the photo site. I merely "mentioned" the photos and commented on the digital imaging. I profess my innocence.
It is interesting that people have such varied perceptions of sharks. Wearing one of my several "hats" I have been organizing small group dive trips to various dive sites around the world for 25+ years. I do MUCH less of this now that I am "retired". Divers are always wanting to go to locations where there are sharks - lots of sharks - the Galapagos Islands (Wolf and Darwin especially for large schools of hammerheads and a few whale sharks), Isla de Cocos (hammerheads, whale sharks, oceanic white tips), Blue Corner in Palau (white tips, reef sharks, grays, etc.), the outer reefs in Tahiti ("pass diving"), the vessel Papoose off Morehead City, N.C. (large schools of sand tiger sharks make the Papoose their "home") to name a few. I have never heard of a diver being "molested" by a shark - except those few divers who intentionally did something stupid. Spearfishing and swimming back to the boat with the bleeding fish in your hand qualifies as "stupid".
I have never seen a "colossal squid" or indeed any other type of large squid in all my years. I'm Sicilian Italian. The only squid I ever saw was at Luigi's Restaurant. He called it "calamari" and charged a lot of lires for the privilege of tasting it.
On the dinner plate it looked pretty harmless.
I always tell new divers that the most danger thing in the ocean they will ever see is another diver
By the way, I do not dive with or near Great Whites. Now that is just plain asking for it
I just read what I wrote and realize that none of it has anything to do with Cape Dory sailboats or sailing. Sorry.
P.S. Went racing today on Biscayne Bay. Harbor 20s. Our team came in last in all three races. Something about the possibility of mysterious seaweed fouling our keel and slowing us down.
Still in the hunt for a Cape Dory (Ty Weekender, CD 22 or CD 25D)