During the Marine Survey, Steve had to stop swimming to count a large group of fish so I stopped as well. I was just staying in one place, trying to fight the current when I felt like my hand scraped across coral . . . hard. I gasped, grabbed my hand, and looked to my right. It was a damn Grey Chub. He BIT me! What the hell? I kicked at him to scare him and he swam away. I looked at my hand and I had a mark!
What the hell? I say again. I continued to swim and noticed that the bastard was following me. He was getting close too. I waving my hands and feet at him, but he had so much confidence that he didn’t move. I had to swim looking backwards to keep my eye on him. He was totally freaking me out. He wasn’t big, maybe ten inches long, but he is not a pleasant looking fish.
These fish remind me of piranhas and thus remind me of those movies.
I did not want to find myself in the middle of a red food coloring pool of blood so I kept my eye on him. As we were nearing shore and the end of the coral, I turned as saw the Chub hovering at the end of the coral, staring at me. We was totally giving me the stare down. Then he slowly turned and went back. What did I ever do to him? I hope he is not there when we do the survey again . . . jerk!
Johnston Atoll Adventures 