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	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. 
	  
	 
 
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