SALMON SHARKS OF ALASKA
Published in Diver Magazine 2014.
Just after midnight on the 24th of March, 1989, the Exxon Valdez struck
Bligh Reef near Port Fidalgo, spilling more than 260,000 barrels of Alaskan
crude oil into the pristine waters of Prince William Sound. Oil bled from
the ruptured hull for three days until emergency response crews were able to
stem the flow and siphon the remaining oil away.
Government and industry clean up crews were immediately mobilized but
containment efforts were hampered by the remoteness of the location as it
was only accessible by helicopter, float plane or boat. Workers tried
everything from solvents to controlled explosions to break down or burn off
the toxic slick but their efforts failed to contain the bulk of the oil and
within a few weeks the spill had contaminated 1,300 miles of Alaskan
coastline and polluted 11,000 square miles of fertile ocean. It was the most
devastating manmade environmental disaster in US waters until the Deepwater
Horizon spill eclipsed it in 2010.
Wildlife in the region suffered catastrophic losses. Somewhere between
100,000 and 250,000 sea birds died a horrible death, their feathers so
clogged with oil that they were unable to fly to safety. At least 2,800 sea
otters, 300 harbour seals, 247 bald eagles and 22 orcas also perished after
becoming choked by the viscous crude. It was impossible to estimate how many
fish died but migrating salmon and herring stocks were heavily impacted.
During the clean up, high power hoses were used to power-wash sub tidal
rocks. This proved to be an effective short-term solution to remove the oil
but it also displaced most of the endemic microscopic organisms that
belonged on the rocks. Later studies established that those same
microorganisms play a critical role in the process of breaking down oil
molecules so their removal actually slowed down the healing of the sound.
Time and tides have washed away much of the visual evidence of the spill but
there is still a great deal of oil trapped within the layers of sand on many
beaches and the long term effects of polycyclic hydrocarbons and other
pollutants are causing increased mortality rates in some species. It is
estimated that it will take 30 years for mussel beds to rid themselves of
contaminants and there is a very good chance that at least one of the
remaining populations of orcas in the sound will eventually die out
completely.
There have been some successes. For example, sea birds soon repopulated the
area from overcrowded roosts beyond the contamination zone and sea otters
have already rebounded to pre-spill numbers.
Earlier this year I led an expedition to Port Fidalgo to look for salmon
sharks; a rarely photographed species of mackerel shark that looks rather
like a small great white with an angry disposition. Although the focus was
on one particular species, it was a great opportunity to see first hand how
the underwater life of Prince William Sound is faring a quarter century
after the spill.
We based ourselves at Ravencroft Lodge; a remote fishing camp and a perfect
base from which to chase salmon sharks that congregate in the inlet in early
July each year to gorge themselves on spawning salmon.
Heading out each morning on Dive Alaska’s well equipped expedition ship
which had sailed in from Anchorage specifically for the expedition, we
motored to a spot nicknamed Shark Alley because of the number of sharks that
can be seen there.
For reasons not yet understood, salmon sharks swim in tight circles for
hours on end with their dorsal fins cutting the surface. Some researchers
think they may be sleeping but circular swimming takes far more energy than
ambling along in a straight line so there must be other factors at play. It
may be that the behavior somehow helps them locate salmon.
Although menacing in appearance, salmon sharks are extremely shy creatures.
I tried slowly swimming up to a few of them as they circled, but it was
almost impossible to close the gap before they snapped out of their trances
and fled into deep water.
Our attempts to chum them up to the boat were also completely ineffective so
we decided to don tanks and try sitting on the bottom in the middle of Shark
Alley hoping that one or two would simply swim by.
The first thing I noticed as I dodged lions-mane jellyfish on the way to the
bottom, was how pleasantly warm the water was compared to dive sites much
further south in Alaska and British Columbia. The south coast of Alaska is
warmed by the Kuroshio Current that channels warmish water around the
Aleutians from Japan. In the summer months, the temperatures in Prince
William Sound can reach a balmy 60ºF.
Species-wise, the scrubby kelp and crab infested substrate didn’t look that
different from any other backwater dive site one would expect to see in the
Pacific Northwest. Northern sculpins and arctic shannies scattered as I
settled on the bottom and began my shark vigil.
I stared into the green at the parade of different jellies for as long as my
ADD would allow, then gave up on salmon shark spotting and went off to
explore.
There were no residual signs of the spill anywhere. At 30m the scrubby slope
gave way to a sheer rock wall populated by a who’s who of Alaskan rockfish
species. In one crevice alone, I found duskies, darks, yellowtails,
silvergreys, canaries, quillbacks, coppers, redstripes and the biggest
yelloweye rockfish I’ve ever seen. Rockfish live for many decades so the
2-3ft long elders would have been mature adults long before the Exxon Valdez
filled the inlet with crude. I wondered if they were loaded with toxins but
the presence of hundreds of healthy looking juvenile rockfish clearly showed
that they’re having no trouble reproducing.
Drifting back up the slope, I stumbled upon a giant pacific octopus foraging
out in the open. With nowhere to hide, the massive mollusk pulsed through
every shade in its repertoire in an attempt to scare me off. After a few
minutes it relaxed and settled onto a kelp frond perhaps wondering what my
own flashing lights were trying to convey.
Back at the lodge we hashed out a new shark attraction strategy. Returning
to Shark Alley armed with boxes of frozen herring, we drifted as close as we
could to the skittish predators and hurled a few fish in their path. When a
fish landed within two meters of a shark it would bolt instantly but if we
aimed further away the sharks remained calm and a few actually changed
course to intercept the sinking herring.
Next we tied a herring onto a fishing line (with no hook) and slowly pulled
it towards the boat. Once fixated with chasing the treats, the salmon sharks
completely ignored the snorkelers that were lurking under the bow with their
cameras at the ready. So oblivious were they in their single-minded desire
to catch the fish that they came within inches of our dome ports and
actually made contact with a snorkeler now and then.
With plenty of dramatic salmon shark images in the bag, we spent the rest of
the week pioneering new dive sites throughout Port Fidalgo. Virtually
everywhere, we found rocky slopes bristling with northern feather stars.
Distantly related to seastars, feather stars are a type of cold water
crinoid that grasps the rock with one clawed foot and fans out its feathery
arms to catch tiny marine organisms drifting by.
As oil is lighter than water, many deepwater invertebrates and fishes
escaped the initial effects of the spill. Consequently, there was plenty to
see once we descended past the low tide line.
Dense tufts of plumose anemones adorned the tops of pinnacles and orange cup
corals carpeted dark overhangs. Shrimps sprang away whenever we neared the
bottom and decorator crabs sat motionless hoping in vain to remain
undiscovered.
From tiny hooded nudibranchs to gigantic Alaskan tritonias, there were
plenty of sea slugs to keep even the most jaded ‘brancher’ entertained and
in the silty shallows we found endless banks of sea grass filled with helmet
crabs and crescent gunnels.
Perhaps some veteran divers would have noticed that certain species once
prolific in the sound were now absent but to my new eyes, Prince William
Sound’s underwater food web appeared to be doing just fine.
On the way back to the lodge one day, we drove over an enormous moon jelly
bloom. From the surface it appeared as an alien white glow emanating from
the depths. Donning almost empty cylinders, we slipped back in and swum
through a thick cloud of jellies easily 100,000 strong. It was a surreal and
unexpected encounter that I shall not soon forget.
To polish off an excellent week of Alaskan diving, we explored some of the
many river mouths around Port Fidalgo where pink and chum salmon were
fighting their way upstream. Young salmon leave the safety of the river
after a year and spend their lives growing up in the open sea. Once mature,
they fight their way back upstream to spawn and die.
Watching them struggle against the flow of water reminded me of the larger
picture. Faced with what seemed like insurmountable challenges, Prince
William Sound has not just survived but is beginning to flourish once again.
A testament to the tenacity of mother nature herself.
Author:
Andy Murch
Andy is a Photojournalist and outspoken conservationist specializing in
images of sharks and rays.
For more information about diving
with Salmon SHarks, please visit:
http://bigfishexpeditions.com/SalmonSharkDiving.html
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