Woman Survives Shark Attack Off Maui!

A Southern California woman was recovering Thursday in a Maui hospital after being attacked by a shark.

Evonne Cashman, 56, of Cerritos, was snorkeling off a beach in Wailea when she suddenly felt something sharp and strong grab her, she said.

Evonne Cashman, 56, of Cerritos, survived a shark attack off Maui. “I must have had my hands up in front of my face. I think my head was above water, if I remember correctly,” Cahsman said. “I don’t know because it happened so fast. I didn’t see him coming. I didn’t see him leave,” she said.

The shark’s sharp teeth tore through her chin, her hands and her back.

“He just came and hit me hard and bit me hard,” Cashman said. “Then I just started swimming and swimming. I knew I needed to get help as fast as I could.”

The retired teacher finally reached other snorkelers, who pulled her to shore and put pressure on her wounds until an ambulance arrived. It was the second shark attack off Maui this week.

Apprently the shark was 25 ft!


2 thoughts on “Woman Survives Shark Attack Off Maui!

  1. drudown

    Give me a break already, Discovery Channel.

    I almost fell out of my chair when I watched the first 10 minutes “Let’s search for Megalodon by sea [then presumably Sasquatch by land]” special. But premise of this “Serial Killer” shark attack is nearly as outlandish. Just as the “proximate cause” of the boat capsizing was something other than Megalodon, so too, does this show “reach” for correlations that are simply not there.

    The notion that it was the same White shark is not only dubious on account of the size disparity referenced by Collier, but the basic law of parsimomy works and is. The simplest answer in shark Sociobiology’s “unknowns” is typically the more plausible conjecture.

    White sharks are constantly migrating from the prey-rich coastline to the resource-scarce open ocean ecosystem- the two attacks in the Santa Barbara area likely had one other, more relevant thing in common: the culprit White shark was returning from an open-ocean migration in desperate metabolic need of sustenance.

    “It really is being in the wrong place at the wrong time.” – ghost of Brian Guest, W. Australia

    By analogy, whereas White sharks are rarely- if ever- seen to prey on Petrel birds off the Farallon islands [i.e., despite ample daily opportunity to do so- a common “statistic” cited by post-human predation shark apologists], White sharks will nevertheless, in fact, realize a feeding opportunity from such a tertiary food source while migrating in the open ocean. So too, are human beings such a tertiary prey item.

    When these human predation events (see, e.g., youtube search “shark takes woman’s leg”) occur in remote places or similar ones to the Ransom attack in nearby CA ecosystems [e.g., Martin attack in Solana Beach, CA] happen, the most likely explanation is probably the correct one: White sharks have always had occasion to eat humans, albeit rarely, and that is the documented behavior. To reach far-fetched conclusions (e.g., the “White Night” Shark Stalker serial killer is coming back to Santa Barbara) is misplaced.

    When ANY White shark engages in human predation, they are most likely returning from the open ocean ecosystem where their “generalist feeder” diet is in place. As such, it makes sense that is when most fatal instances of human predation occur. Even if searching for more “proper” prey (i.e., pinnipeds), if a human presents itself under such metabolic needs, the White shark will take large bites of flesh first, and worry about it later after it departs.

    “Did anybody get a license plate of that grey and white bus?” – ghost of Debbie Franzman, Avila Beach, CA

    Obviously, I “get it” insofar that the viewers are probably as sick of “Air Jaws Ad Nauseum” – but, come on, there is no need to fill the programming line up with nonsensical gibberish, backing one’s way into the desired conclusion.

    “You mean the ‘mistaken identity’ theory?” – ghost of Lloyd Skinner, Fish Hoek, SA

    No, this fictional “rogue shark” theory’s latest incarnation that, what, White sharks are like “serial killers”? How about they behave predictably more like generalist feeders when they are returning from way, way out in the open ocean ecosystem, cavorting about- perhaps unsuccessfully with the opposite sex, but the trip to the White Shark Cafes is always worth the energy: in the event a dead whale is within range, as the shipping lanes or LA Pod decrees and their good fortune directs.

    What better place to meet and relax with the opposite sex?

    Still, not every shark at whale carrion gets to feed- the mid-sized White sharks and even mature ones there- but that got lucky and went on a deep water sexual dive to breed.

    Why else do you think the males keep diving down? Maybe there is sexually receptive female still hanging around.

    In this regard, did anyone else notice the difference between the giant female White sharks on “Great White Highway”, i.e., (1) early footage of the pregnant one filmed from the submarine near the ocean floor and (2) the one that just gave birth swimming next to Jimmy Hall? The mature female White sharks most likely give birth out in the Pacific (e.g., as far as Hawaii) and “commute” back to the prey-rich coastline- some likely stop by the White Shark Cafe…just to say “hey”.

    And the others? Well, you’ll see them back at the Farallon Islands, where these sharks do not engage in the “bite and wait” method for idle reasons, nor on account of alleged risk of injury. Rather, it allows mature males and females to engage in the well documented “display” posturing that is more, in the end, than just “establishing a right to feed.”

    This social ritual allows the recently unencumbered females a pretext to attract and evaluate each suitor’s inclusive fitness…as they communicate their renewed sexual need.

  2. drudown

    Ever wanted to talk to a migrating White shark to learn more about their dietary shift to generalist feeder? I have. After all, I was just “confused” by the Bigfoot Special about the Ghost Ship going into (I think) a jungle after Megalodon and the, uh, lost underwater City of Gold. Or whatever aired first on Shark Week.

    So, good news, I got to talk to a migrating White shark as I began to weep- not long after I was in an Airplane crash off of Perth… under a veil of sleep.

    drudown: “Good evening. I have just a couple of questions for you. May we proceed with my final rites, Mr. White?”

    Mr. White: “Can I eat this stewardess first, please? After all, it is not polite to talk with your mouth full.”

    drudown: “I understand. I try to dispassionately accept this dietary pattern as a function of your flippin’ ecological niche. Er, no pun intended. Please eat…her. We didn’t even have an in flight movie and I think it is- yep- floating by.”

    Mr. White: “Thanks. You are a scholar and a gentleman, drudown.”

    drudown: “Yet, you, Mr. White, are no gentleman when maritime disaster abounds.

    Not at all. How many men did you eat during WWII?”

    Mr. White: “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I think you mean: White Tip sharks. My god.

    (stilted silence)

    Must I answer? War may be, er, hell for you… but it was kind of like Luby’s Cafeteria for us pelagic sharks. Ducks in row, swimming slow, before you fall asleep we start…well, it probably was those White Tip sharks…that, you know, come to say ‘hi’ from below… they have less discretion than that Garbage Can of Sea brother of mine- didn’t you know? I digress. It was a hot mess after ships sank in WWII but nothing as good as when modern Homo sapiens did what they had to do.”

    drudown: (gulp.) “And what would that be? I read that ‘we are not prey’, Mr. White.”

    Mr. White: “Well, if that makes you feel better, that’s fine. However, it is hard for me to understand how I haven’t ‘evolved enough’ since we sharks were essentially a finished product over tens of million years before your first upright ancestors ever trod across the savannah in Africa, Betty Boop. In addition, explain to me how it is I haven’t yet acquired a taste for you if I preceded you? Duh.

    So, I too, in the interest of full disclosure, ate my share of humans- ok, fine.

    But that is what I am: clear to see: ever vigilant to exploit such disasters during my ever-distant migrations over vast swaths of empty ocean washed over Eternity… to gorge myself when…the… the opportunity- presents itself and metabolic need directs. What’s next? To blame the Croc for gorging himself on the chaos cafeteria of Wildebeest crossing the Mara river? These kind of opportunities can provide a lot of protein, you know. Don’t you recycle too? Besides, I’m on the Atkins diet. No carbs. Just meat. Clown question, bro.”

    drudown: “Mr. White, [enter Wayne Gayle/Aussie accent] any regrets?”

    Mr. White: “Regret? Well…I regret eating that 7th pup that I had. And biting my mate’s gills really hard one time. That is about it. Oh, and I’m going to kill the guy with the cut out seal. [enter Judge Smails shark voice] ‘don’t you people have homes?'”

    drudown: “Uh, lastly…are you the antisocial, blundering vagabond people seem to wish you to be?”

    Mr. White: “I just told you I love to attend human disasters! Doesn’t that count as something social? Well, I have no use for other, smaller sharks- other than to eat them. They avoid the temptation of whale carcasses for this sole reason. They also say ‘too many White sharks rubbing up on one another. Can’t they just get a cheap hotel room?'”

    drudown: “What would you like to say the people out there?”

    Mr. White: “If you are lost at sea, DON’T PANIC. I promise I will do my ‘absolute best’ to find you. I swear. The last thing I wan’t you to think is that you are ‘all alone’ out there. I’m there too! I feel your pain…of being alone at sea, I mean…

    And, well, your misfortune is is my gain.

    Oh, we are going to be fast friends! Peas in a pod.

    Don’t mind the prison fish. Not mine, and, not odd. Yes, that is their natural color. They’re free to go. They might hang out to watch this last act, with unspeakable underwater silence to follow: before that- that unmistakable bump – that no other living person will ever know.”

    Silent ocean, silky stars, silent prayers…and then:

    one strong tug.

    (enter bubbles)

    glug glug glug



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