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...held that American films and TV fare have created an outrageously false impression of his native Australia. In response to the "Crocodile Dundee" stereotypes, Hughes lets fly this week with a look at the Olympic-host country that is based on his six-part documentary, Australia: Beyond the Fatal Shore, which airs this Tuesday through Thursday on PBS. Hughes, who is back in top form while still mending from a near fatal car crash last year, calls the series "a corrective to the very sketchy and almost invariably wrong picture of Australia that most Americans have. We are not your...
Splashing in the surf on a sunny afternoon last month, Danielle Shidemantle was 20 yds. from the shore of New Smyrna Beach when she felt piercing pains in her left thigh. She saw blood in the water--her blood. Then she saw the point of a dorsal fin circling back toward her. Not sure what to do--freeze or try to kick it away--she made a frantic run for the beach, screaming, "Shark, shark, shark...
...kidding. Volusia is home to several species of reef sharks, including black tips and spinners, that are born in the spring and learn to hunt by summer. The sharks move close to shore, chasing baitfish as the water temperature warms up. "They get into the surf line and get disoriented, and they start biting whatever moves," says Joe Wooden, deputy chief of Volusia County's beach patrol...
...shark attack is rarely fatal, but it can be terrifying. Training for a triathlon on Gulf Shores Beach, Ala., Chuck Anderson watched in horror as a shark took off his fingertips, then kept coming back. "The fourth time, my right arm went into his mouth, and we went down to the bottom," he says. Anderson fought for his life, with the shark biting up and down on his arm until he heard the bone snap and break off in the shark's mouth. Anderson made it to shore and survived. He doesn't blame the shark for taking...
Stein is to be commended for wearing a chicken costume as a first step to getting to know chickens better. Now I invite him to visit our chicken sanctuary on the Eastern Shore of Virginia in order to deepen his vicarious identification with the birds whose dead wings he still finds appetizing. I invite him to lay his hand on those very wings while they are still alive, feathered and flapping. And I will tell him precisely how Buffalo wings are made. I bet the next time he's confronted with a heap of dead wings dressed in sauce...