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Except for the seals bobbing their black beads in and out of the green Pacifc waters, brothers Eric and Nick Larsen seemed to have the ocean to themselves.
Dressed in wet suits, gloves on their hands, they straddled their rocking surfboards under a brilliant blue sky. There was a southerly fow to the ocean this cool Monday morning, July 1，1991.Four-foot waves were sweeping into a narrow, deserted beach, one of the many coves on the coastline north of Californias Monterey Bay.
Sometime after 8 a. m.，50-year-old Nick pointed his board toward the shore about 150 yards away.“Im going to the truck to warm up.”he said.
“Ill stay a little longer.”Eric called after him.
Until ten weeks earlier, Eric had been a software engineer for a Silicon Valley company writing programs for a fiber-optic datanetwork for the proposed NASA space station. But he found the pace too slow and wanted to be outdoors.
So when the company began laying off employee, the 32-year-old told management hed take a leave of absence.
At six-foot-one and 175 pounds, Eric was always in shape. Now he brought himself to peak fitness, running, swimming, bicycling, surfng and canoeing.
Awaiting the break of a good wave, Eric gazed seaward. Then he noticed a swirling turbulence close by. Theres something really big down there, he thought.
In that instant, he felt a powerful clamp on his left leg. Gaping in horror, he saw two wide rows of white, triangular teeth, bared to the gums, biting through fesh. Thigh to shin, his leg was caught in the jaws of a great white shark at least 15 feet long.
Pry them loose！In lightning-fast refex, Eric shot his gloved left hand to the top of the monsters snout, his right to the bottom. He pushed mightily against the jaws, while the shark tugged.
At that moment, the jaws opened, and Eric jerked his leg free. He kicked away from the hulking attacker, arms still out stretched. Too late, he tried to pull them in.