Contact MegaTeeth



by Carly Altizer


For Bill Eberlein, every dive is an opportunity to

discover a Megalodon fossil tooth or some other fossil

that has not seen the light of day in millions of years.

It is a universally acknowledged truth among fishermen,

sportsmen and hopefully the general public, that one

should never, ever, fish for sharks by hand. You

probably shouldn’t be in the water with the sharks

either. And if you are in water where you can’t see?

Forget about it!


But then there are folks who ditch this perfectly sound advice and do it anyway. The only

catch is that the sharks are fossils, and the fishing tackle is SCUBA gear.

River diving for fossils is a popular venture among experienced, hardcore SCUBA divers.

Most people take up diving to explore coral reefs in clear, tropical waters.


But most fossil diving takes place in murky, current-laced rivers where the divers’

hands are their eyes. As a seasoned diver myself, I have experienced enough

low-visibility situations to learn that this is no laughing matter. Many of my SCUBA

companions dive rivers for fossils and take every opportunity to regale me with

stories of crawling along silt-laden rivers bottoms with nary a hand’s breadth of visibility,

close encounters with alligators and wiggling out of deep, sticky mud while dodging boaters.


It takes a high level of training, an excess of caution and extremely steady nerves to keep

from panicking at the loss of one’s most-used sense. These qualities make fossil diving

simply a hobby for most, reserved for those with the disposable income or time.


Bill Eberlein, owner of, is one of those lucky few who has

turned his hobby into his livelihood. Growing up in Erie, Pennyslvania,

he began diving the chilly waters of Lake Erie rather than the warm tropics

that initially enthrall most recreational divers.  His instructor, Sam Leo, led a

search-and-rescue team, and Bill began volunteering a year after getting dive

certified. With the search-and-rescue came extensive training as an ice diver,

divemaster and dive instructor, all of which play into Bill’s current profession

as a fossil diver.


“I’m lucky to have learned to dive under Sam,” Bill remarks. “He taught me

that there is good diving everywhere.” Bill will dive in any kind of water and

often feels safer underwater than driving on the highway.


After moving toSavannah, Georgia, in 1999, Bill took up fossil diving more

intensely and hasspent more than 11 years in the business. Aside from

teaching the occasional accounting class at Savannah Technical College,

he makes his living from selling the fossils that he finds while river

diving – particularly Megalodon teeth.


Ask anyone what comes to mind at the mention of giant prehistoric

sharks, and they will probably say,“Megalodon.” “Scientists

believe that the Megalodon evolved about fifteen million years

ago and died off about two million years ago,” Bill says.


Breaking the scale at seventy-seven tons and measuring as much as sixty

feet in length, the Megalodon hunted prehistoric whales with jaws that

could swallow a small car.Like modern-day sharks, Megalodon skeletons

consisted almost entirely of cartilage, so their teeth,

ranging from three to seven inches long, provide the only fossil evidence

of their existence.


I recently had the opportunity to travel to Savannah to

meet Bill in person. I arrived on a Wednesday evening and then joined

him the following morning to take notes and photographs while he dove.

Later, he and his fiancée met me for dinner at a great little local seafood

restaurant, where I enjoyed several fascinating hours of conversation.

Glancing at the big suitcase that Bill had brought into the restaurant,

I knew I was in for a treat.


The three of us sat on the patio enjoying the pleasant autumn evening and

had barely ordered before Bill started breaking out the fossils. Much to our

waitress’ amusement, Bill and I shamelessly took over half of

the empty patio to photograph museum-quality Megalodon teeth,

mastodon molars, crocodile jawbones and other ancient treasures

that had me as giddy as the little girl who used to look forward to

visiting the Smithsonian specifically to see the dinosaur fossils.

He even brought his all-time favorite find – a seven-inch

Megalodon tooth in pristine condition that dwarfed my hand.

Word apparently spread about our presence, and jaws dropped left and

right as waitresses and patrons stopped by our table asking to peek at

the fossils.


The conversation flowed easily. We weren’t merely the journalist

and subject in an interview, but rather two divers sharing stories

of their adventures. Bill’s fiancée proudly proclaims herself as his biggest fan,

and while his family members have a healthy concern for his safety,

they’re all supportive and often ask about his latest finds.


When I asked about his most unusual experiences, he recounted

diving 60 feet in the mouth of a river near the ocean when

somethinggrabbed his fin and held on until he tore loose

from whatever-it-was with a well-placed kick. It disappeared

momentarily, then grabbed his fin again and spun him 90 degrees.


Once again he kicked himself free and began feeling his way back toward the boat.

“Then I started finding all sorts of shark teeth,” he admitted with a grin,

“and I thought, ‘Well, I’m already here, so might as well keep going.’ ”

He never found out what grabbed him, and his fin bore no tooth marks

to give any clues.


I met Bill and his boat captain, Gene Ashley, the following morning

at the local marina. Captain Gene has worked with Bill for the past

eight years and is his single biggest safety precaution.


Low-visibility diving practically eliminates the buddy system, so Bill

relies on Gene to be his topside eyes and to keep the boat nearby when

he surfaces. The well-practiced rapport between them was

obvious while Gene wordlessly helped Bill gear up, just as they’ve

done a thousand times.


We stayed within the protective confines of the estuaries due to

choppier conditions closer to the ocean.But Bill often experienced

good luck from this spot Eberlein found all of these Megalodon shark

teeth in a and felt optimistic. He slowly rolled backward off the side of

the boat into the water, and the last we saw of him was the

glow of his dive light as it melted into the murky water.


That left Gene and me, ever watchful, with nearly two hours to kill.

We discussed the shrimp season,swapped fishing stories and

compared notes on our favorite seafood. Even after years spent

working as a boat captain, Gene never gets bored and loves

being on the water.


“I don’t know of anyone who loves his job more than Bill does

. . . besides me!”


Time seemed to fly, and before I knew it came the call. “He’s up!”

Gene spotted Bill before I did, and he wheeled the boat around

to retrieve him. Bill handed up his mesh bag, bulging with the telltale

clatter of fossils. I felt honored to be among the first to behold these

relics in millions of years.  Shark tooth fragments, prehistoric horse

teeth, fishtail vertebrae and, best of all, intact Megalodon teeth were

laid out along the captain’s chair and adjacent footrest. The finest prize

of the day was a five-inch Megalodon tooth, the root totally intact, the

fossilized enamel flawless, and the serrated tip and edges still sharp

enough to prick an unsuspecting finger.


But Bill Eberlein was already anticipating the next day, the next dive

and the next ancient treasures to find. And that’s what keeps him diving

year-round in wetsuits, dry suits and under any conditions. Every

dive is an opportunity to discover something that has not seen the light

of day in eons.  For when your boss is a prehistoric shark and your

office is the water, it’s a fine life to lead.


Note: Readers interested in learning more about fossil diving or

purchasing Megalodon teeth may contact Bill Eberlein at

bill@ or view his website at


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