Sh
rn
adventure
WordsJOHN WILLIS
PicsJOHN WILLIS, BARRY ASHENHURST, SUPPLIED
Pln
whether you're staring into the eyes of a great white shark or camping out with a local tipple
and fresh seafood caught straight from the boat — there's something for everyone in this
coastal town
I
f I ever disappear off the face of the earth
don’t look for me at Port Lincoln — you
just may find me. This seems to be a
common theme among the so-called
locals.
“I came for a three month work contract,
that was fifteen years ago,” says Andrew
Wright skipper and part owner of Calypso Star
Charters shark cage diving; a tourism boat
tender business that helps eager visitors get up
close and personal with one of the region's hot
attractions: the magnificently intimidating Great
White shark.
The development of a localised oceanic
fishing industry in the 1950s and 60s changed
the southern Eyre Peninsula from coastal
village into a thriving port of more than
14,000 residents and a large transient tourism
industry. The historic MFV Tacoma began
catching southern bluefin tuna in the early
1950s and transformed the town, triggering
the beginnings of a nautical boom that put
Port Lincoln on the map. The 85ft purse seine
trawler was capable of pulling in 200 tonne of
fish — be it bluefin, pilchard, salmon, sardine or
other pelagic fisheries — from the wild waters,
up to 1000 miles into the Antarctic and the
remote waters of the Great Australian Bight.
News of the tuna stocks attracted investors
and seafarers from near and far including
brothers Joe and Mick Puglisi and their boat
the San Michael, in 1960. Others joined the
fray — mainly European migrants in search of
opportunity in a brave new world. Tony Santic,
owner of triple Melbourne Cup winner Makybe
Diva, and Dinko Lukin, whose son Dean was
NT