|James Grant recovering nicely|
from the shark bite that he fixed up on his own.
Which is why New Zealander James Grant, 24, is my kind of guy.
According to the Sydney (Australia) Morning Herald, Grant was spearfishing along the coast of New Zealand, in maybe about six feet of water when he felt a shark bite his leg.
Grant said he thought, "Bugger, now I have to try and get this thing off my leg."
Let's stop there for a second. Notice the lack of panic. I love it. He sounded about as alarmed as when us normal people would like to remove a non-biting fly that landed on our arm.
Grant had a knife, for his spearfishing, so he stabbed the offending shark, which then let go of its grip. Grant said his friends didn't notice, so he waded to shore and used the first aid kit he uses for his pig hunting dogs (!!!) to stitch up the bite on his lower leg.
Eventually, his friends returned, and after their fun day retired to Colac Bay Tavern for a beer. The people at the tavern like Grant, but were slightly annoyed by the blood dripping on the floor, so they gave him a bandage to help contain the mess.
After his beer, he went to a nearby hospital where he works so they could improve upon his stitching a bit.
And so, after another enjoyable but routine weekend, he went back to work the following Monday.
I really do have to wonder what in the world, if anything, would alarm Grant. If an army of space aliens tried to kidnap him, would he just fend them off, while yawning, with his spearfishing knife?
If somebody decided to try dropping a nuclear bomb on Grant's head, would he just swat it away like a picnicker dispatching a vaguely annoying mosquito?
The Morning Herald article says Grant is a junior doctor. Maybe his real calling is to be some sort of superhero.