A mate from school came to visit in Chalala and one night we went spear fishing. We took turns alternating between being in the water with the dinghy’s bow rope fastened to our waist, and standing on the dinghy on crocodile-watch. The swimmer would hold a loaded spear gun in one hand and a spotlight powered from a battery in the boat in the other.
It almost went wrong when I mistook a shoal of bottlenose for a crocodile and shrieked CROOOOOOOOC! Mac reacted in fright and pulled the trigger, releasing the spear, which missed my face by millimetres.