When my dad used to have a boat in Coles Point VA, where the Potomac meets the bay, some guy had a big dead Bull Shark hanging on the campground pier, one day.
This is why I do not swim *anywhere*.
:D
Why, don’t like the fishies nibbling at your toes? I mean, the kind that don’t have teeth as big as steak knives. 😁 Down here in Alabama, the saying goes that if there’s a body of water big enough to hold a fish, you can bet your ass there’s an alligator in there, too. They’re everywhere.