Back in the 90s I had come home from work and my step-dad was getting home from fishing. He said while he was out he had seen Orca. I thought for sure he meant false killer whales since he was fishing right near Deception Pass. He said he and his friend had actually started making their way out toward the San Juans and saw them. I wanted to see Orca too so we packed up my sisters, re-hitched the boat and left.
We found Orca.
While out my sister Amy and I went toward the back (stern) of the boat. As we were standing there a whale spyhopped right in front of us. We both screamed and fell backwards. Then we noticed people on the tourist zodiacs laughing at us.
During that trip was the first time I saw J1–he became my favorite Orca.