30 Stories Of People Witnessing Something Wild And Shocking At The Beach

I once saw some men protesting about overweight and/or elderly women sunbathing naked. Whilst, as a man, I appreciate the beauty of the female body, I do not regard fellow sun bathers to be there for my enjoyment or titillation. I felt that the protesting men seemed to think that women were there for te enjoyment of stupid men and not for the women’s pleasure. It made me very angry.

All beaches in Sydney (Australia) are all basically topless - if you chose to go that way - and many girls sunbathe in only a bikini bottom. I was at the beach one day and heard a scream. A girl was apparently sunbathing on her back and a baby from another group, had crawled a few feet away from its mother, and latched onto the one thing that it recognised…

I saw a lifeguard jump into the ocean pull out a young girl who was motionless. She proceeded to give the young girl CPR: after 45 seconds, maybe a minute the young girl started to respond. The ambulance took the child away, the lifeguard went right back to her post like nothing ever happened. It was amazing the lifeguard had nerves of steel it takes a lot to impress me and she floored me: a true hero.

I lived near the beach in Oregon. I was out walking one day and saw a small crowd formed up ahead. Quite unusual as I rarely see more than 10 people on this beach at any given time. As I approach I see they are standing rather close to a seal pup about 30–40 feet from the water and are discussing how to help the poor pup back to the water. I know their hearts were in the right place, but their heads were up their butts. I explained that mother seals leave their pups on the beach where they are safe from sharks and drowning while mamma goes hunt for fish to feed them both. If the mother comes back and sees people close to her pup, she will leave him and he will die. They need to move away immediately. What shocked me was the look of disbelief on their faces and that I had to coax them away from the pup. P.S.: available resource from Oregon State University

Shocking, but not in a bad way. I’d been living in South Carolina for some time, frequenting a particular beach almost daily with my friend who’d lived there quite longer than I had. We both knew full well that this was a “no public drinking” beach. We did drink on the beach but kept it fairly discreet. We’re out there one day, and we’ve slipped a bit, we have a couple of beer cans showing. Friend has fallen dead asleep. We’re not actually drunk, but friend always falls asleep sunbathing. I’m laying out, not really fully awake but not totally asleep either. I hear the police coming in their quad. I decide to let my friend sleep through this, police make said friend very nervous. I sit up as I hear the quad stop near us, I already know what this is about. I’m willing to take the ticket with minimal drama. The officer asks me for ID, it still happens to be my AZ ID. The officer assumes I’m a tourist, and asks if my friend is here from AZ too, or a local. So I fish out my friend’s ID, still also an AZ ID. I point out my car, AZ plates. I still think I’ll get a ticket. No, this kind and reasonable officer says we must not have noticed the signs, but this is a no alcohol beach. He doesn’t expect us to read every sign or to know this. He takes our empty beer cans. But wait, it gets better. He explains that the law was made because college students would come to the beach and get drunk and unruly, not for sleepy middle aged tourists such as us. He hands me a couple of red solo cups. He proceeds to tell me that if we simply pour our beer into these, no one will ask what’s in the cup, and no one will look in our cooler unless we foolishly left it open. So I shockingly got the inside scoop on how to get away with breaking the law on the beach, by a cop whose main purpose was to enforce said law.

A large family of 3 generations Grandparents parents and children had enjoyed a day on a beautiful beach in Devon. By late afternoon they had accumulated several piles of litter. The grandparents got up and started of down the beach joined by the grandchildren, several minutes later the 4 adults got up shook their beach towels and began to follow. I wasn’t the only one watching and several locals approached and asked if the family were leaving. They were and obviously had no qualms about the mess they were intending to leave. There were a few raised voices and the visitors were supplied with rubbish sacks made to clean up and told that if they intended to visit the beach again, clearing up was expected. I thought it was disgusting that people could visit such a beautiful location and leave it in such a mess

I was on a a beach on Zakynthos, Greece when some baby loggerhead turtles started emerging from a nest at the the top of the beach. This is quite unusual as they normally don’t come out until it is dark. There were a load of Italians, 50 or so, on the beach who wanted to use these baby turtles to make soup. The Greeks and the British were not in favour of this idea. The Italians were quite insistent and went and ripped down half a wooden fence to use as weapons, When the Greeks and the Brits removed the other half and still objected the Italians decided they were well outnumbered and they pissed off but it looked all set for quite a serious riot for half an hour or so. The baby turtles all made it to the sea.

I discovered a beautiful beach about a twenty minute walk from my hotel, while working in Hiraska, Japan. So the next time I worked there, I brought my swimming suit, got up early before work, and headed for the beach.
When I got there, I saw three people giving artificial resuscitation to someone lying on the beach. Then I looked out to the ocean and saw people in wet suits bringing more bodies to the shore on their surfboards, and pulling them up onto the beach. Maybe a boat had capsized? This sure wasn’t a good day to go for a swim!
Then suddenly, all the dead people got up and swam out into ocean! Turns out it was a group of lifeguards practicing their rescue techniques.

Shocking but true. Back in the 60s my mother took me swimming to a public beach at a lake on a hot summer day. A man, reading his newspaper on his lakeside porch, got up and went inside. Mom heard the toilet flush, and shortly thereafter a t**d floated by. She got me out of there right away, and we didn't go swim in that lake again. It was later mandated that all the old summer houses henceforth must install septic tanks and not flow their waste into the lake anymore.

UK answer. I’ve seen people actually leave the beach just because it started raining. Do they not understand how an English beach holiday works?

Well, I wasn’t the one who was shocked, but rather the one doing the shocking. Forty some years ago, I was a young woman expecting my first (and only) child. We lived oceanfront in a condo at Hilton Head, South Carolina. At that time, this was a premier resort destination populated by mostly wealthy or celebrated visitors, and worker bees such as myself. So we enjoyed a much better standard of living than regular folk living in a regular place. It had always been my habit to sleep on my stomach, which became impossible as my pregnancy progressed into the seventh month. I had been a small, 5′3″ 100-lb woman before my pregnancy, and since I gained over 40 pounds during the pregnancy, by the seventh month I was GREAT with child. Fashionably clothed in a modest maternity bathing suit, I decided to head to the beach one day, spreading out my towel and attempting to find a comfortable sunning position — difficult and rather like trying to make a beached whale comfortable. I spied a young boy not too far away from me and suddenly I had an idea. I borrowed his shovel and dug myself a proper sized hole in the sand — one just large enough to accommodate my enormous belly. Then I spread my towel over it and eased myself down into the hole, comfortable for the first time in months. I’m not sure how long I was there, but long enough for the tourists around me to change to different people than had seen me lie down. When it was time for me to go, I slowly raised myself and gathered my things to head back up to my condo. And I could not help noticing that those around me, who thought I was just a young woman sunning herself at the beach, were slackjawed when they observed my belly coming out of that comfortable nest. Shocked does not even begin to describe that look.

Went for a walk at my local beach one evening. There were 3 guys at the tide line, trying to drag something in. I will point out that you can legally fish there if you have a permit, but a lot of marine life is protected and there are rules about what you can take and how you do it.

Anyway, I went down to see what was going on. The next wave breaks and they drag a Port Jackson shark out of the wash. They all danced around and laughed, talking in Arabic. I asked ‘what the f*ck are you doing?’ They pointed at the hapless shark and proclaimed how big a fish it was. I pointed out that it isn't a fish, it's a shark and a protected species. One guy went to cut the line but I stopped him and told him to retrieve the hook and get the shark back in the water. They had used a treble hook.

PJs have very small mouths and are difficult to unhook. They guys wanted to walk away, as though they had completed their triumph over a poor shark. I dragged one of them to the shark and said that we had to get the hooks out. We rolled the shark over and I got them to hold it while I got the hooks out. It was difficult but fortunately only one hook had taken. I pinned the hook to my shirt and hassled them to help me turn the shark around. One guy had walked off but the other 2 did as they were told and we got the shark in the water and it took off into the bay.

One of the guys asked why I was angry. Just as I was about to deck him, a ranger appeared. I explained what had happened and that he could take it from there. I walked up to the car park to chill. When I got there, 2 police officers were pulling stuff out of a car while the Arab guy stood there. I waved and walked away.

Next morning, the car was still there with a door open and all their junk piled in the driver's seat. Don't know the outcome but I assume they got in a lot of trouble. The car was towed later in the day. I hope they regret what they did but I'm glad the shark got away.

(EDIT) Just to note that there are signs on the approaches to the beach that warn against illegal fishing, describing in detail what you can and cannot do. They knew what they were doing, dragging a treble hook through the reef wash. Maybe they were trying to catch a ‘real’ shark like a reefy? I hope their neighbours don’t have animals that these idiots can torture.

1995, Dalkey, Ireland. They had a long flight of concrete steps leading down a steep hill into the Irish Sea, with boulders at the bottom. (I've been back once. Like the rest of Dalkey, it's a bit more built up now.) But at the time, I was taking pictures of the waves, which were violently smashing against the rocks and sending up huge sprays. It was both pretty and pretty spectacular. Then as I watched, an old man with long white hair swam through the waves that were pounding the rocks, and began to climb the long stairway. When he got to where I was standing, he stopped and we talked for almost an hour. He was a fascinating individual. He was 80 years old. Shirtless from his swim, he looked in better shape than i did at 37. Tired from his workout, but still with boundless energy. He said he swam in the sea every day. Except 3 weeks ago, when there had been a storm and the water was just too rough. I looked down at the churning waves slamming the rocks, and couldn't imagine anything rougher.

About twenty years ago while sitting on a clif top with my girlfriend we watched a guy going along the beach with a metal detector. We were looking else where when suddenly there was an explosion. We looked to see the metal detecting guy laying on the beach with what appeard to be his head, shoulders and arm missing. People were running all over the place screaming. The police etc, turned up and the beach was closed. On our way back we past several military vechiles. We later found out the poor metal dectorist had found an old world war two land mine and set it off while digging for it and blew himself up.

I was on vacation with family & friends in the Outer Banks, North Carolina. We would go down to the beach, set up our 10x10 canopy and chairs and enjoy the day. So not far from us, these people had set up a very large tent/ canopy. (They apparently did not stake or weigh it down) The people were all out in the water swimming. A big gust of wind comes and lifts this huge tent like 20 feet in the air and just deposits it out into the ocean and I mean FAR out. To see something that big float through the air is crazy. The people came back and said to us “Why didn’t you guys do anything??” Yea we saw it but it was too fast for us to do anything. Besides you didn’t weigh yours down at the beach where it’s always windy, nor did you leave anyone to watch it. Sorry.

I had been surfing at Zenith Beach, Port Stephens,NSW for about six hours, and feeling slightly tired, decided to call it a day. As I got out of the shorebreak, I turned around to look at the waves.. as the wave builds, you can see the wall of water… and see through it… And there was a six foot shark. Swimming right where I had been…

June 1995, I was alone on the beach in Cancun reading a book. Not many people were on the beach. I heard (off in the distance) a man screaming. I just ignored it at first because I didn’t see anything going on. The screaming continued and I looked out into the water and saw a man flailing his arms around. He was apparently stuck in an "under water riptide" (if you will) I ran to the hotel pool and told the lifeguards what was happening (there were no lifeguards on the beach) Two lifeguards ran into the water and dragged the man out, I thought he was dying. He was exhausted from trying to swim ashore. He was literally trapped in some kind of underwater current, the lifeguard told me what they call it in Spanish, I can’t remember the word though.

I saw this question and instantly an incident played back in my memory, childhood memory. We used to live in Karachi, Pakistan. My father was serving in the Pakistan navy. Karachi is famous for having good beaches, in particular one naming hawkes Bay. Since it was a coastal area, we used to go to hawkes Bay quite often during summers and spring season. We were fairly new to Karachi and its beaches, as it was our first year living in Karachi. We visited the hawkes Bay beach for the 1st time in late July or mid August, the memory is little imprecise. As soon as we reached the beach, we could see alot of people on beach but no one was entering the water. We all scraped it off thinking no one wants to enjoy the warm water. We entered the water, my brother, mother and I. As soon as we entered the water, people had a shocked expression on their face, yes sir I could see their faces and it confused me however, no one asked us to come out or anything. We were having good time then a wild wave hit us and instantly we could feel wild burning like sensation on our legs and arms. All of us got out of the water and when we came out we had long thread like stings all over our legs and arms. On that fateful day we got to know that mid July till late August is the season of blue bottle jelly fishes. Never again I want to go through that, the sting felt as if hundred bees stinging you at the same time and it really gave off a wild burning sensation. Treating the sting is a story for another day but rest assured it spoiled a perfect picnic day for us!

I’m 83 years old. When I was 15 years old I was on the Coney Island beach in Brooklyn NY. There was a helicopter floating in the water near shore. When they took off the helicopter blade hit the water and broke apart. The blades shot onto the beach and cut bathers. The Pilots got out in time. I have a picture of me on the front page of the NY daily news.

Tsunami in 2004. Me and a few colleagues were having a meal near the beach. We were surprised to notice the waters had receded far into the sea (never experience a tsunami before). Later we got a shock when waves flew over the street into the restaurant.