On my last local spearfish, at Whale Island, a large Bronze Whaler shark came cruising below me. It swam slowly and yet with great power, gracefully but with intent. Encouraged by the shark’s calm demeanour, I slipped beneath the surface to meet it several metres underwater. Unfazed, the shark swam on, each powerful swing of its tail effortlessly pushing the creature through the water. I admired it as I attempted to keep up. Impressive muscles flexed as rays of sunlight danced upon the shark’s shiny copper skin. This kind of encounter is not uncommon for New Zealand spearfishers and is seemingly becoming a more common occurrence