"Once instance comes to mind... Surfing Blacks along time ago, mid '70's, one winter and back then it wasn't that crowded in the winters, so there was only a handful of us out. It was pretty good size, solid six or eight foot and kind of gray cloudy skies and offshore. It was like a storm was coming in and it already had an ominous feel sitting out there in between sets. Looking outside coming in from the North West were a couple of giant dorsal fins, like six feet tall, coming at me - two Killer whales bearing down on me! They were moving like trains! They had a bead on me and came about fifty feet away and turned away. It was one of those things were I couldn't do anything but freeze and stare at them and as soon as they were on me they were gone. I think they were just coming in for a closer look and hung a right turn and went away. It was pretty unnerving."
-Rusty
