“…Well, we were diving, chief. We was diving in Ginnie Springs, just off the Santa Fe and we had just done our nightly galaxy dive. Forty men and women went into the water. We’d been down for forty minutes. Didn't see the first otter for about a half an hour. Tiger otter. Had to a been a two footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, chief? You tell by lookin' from the nose to the tail. What we didn't know... was our galaxy dive had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. Huh huh. They didn't even list us overdue for ten minutes. Very first light, chief. The otters come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it's... kinda like ol' squares in battle like a, you see on a calendar, like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the otter comes to the nearest man and that man, he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the otters would go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that otter, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a otter, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the river and spring turns red in spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces.
Y'know by the end of that first dawn, lost a two whole men! I don't know how many otters, maybe a thousand! I don't know how many men, they averaged one an hour. On Thursday mornin' chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, dive instructor. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a kinda top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the third day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He's a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PBY comes down the river and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, forty men went in the water, thirty-eight men come out, the otters took the rest, April the 16, 2010. Anyway, we did the galaxy dive…”