The moment I set foot on the shore of the Cove is unforgettable. It felt surreal, standing on the shore of cove, but even more surreal, that I was about to witness slaughter. This was the first time I saw the panic, frustration and fear of the dolphins as they were driven into the cove.
As I sat on the rocks of the cove trying to take as many pictures as possible to document this drive, I heard the last few breaths these dolphins would ever take as they were pushed farther under the tarps of the killing cove. There are some things you just can't forget from a slaughter ... the sounds of the banger boats banging on their poles as they drive the dolphins into the cove, the sound of a dolphin taking its last breaths and the sound of a dolphin thrashing furiously in an attempt to escape death and then the eerie silence that tells you the slaughter is done and that yet another pod of dolphins has lost its life at the hands of the Taiji fisherman.