In highschool I use to skip class drive to the beach get intoxicated eat 20 tacos and go spearfishing. One time while walking down to our spot a group of people begged us not to go in the water because they saw a shark. We figured they were tourists and probably saw a dolphin, so we walked further down where another group said the same thing. We still blew this off. Well we both ended up finding a school of sheepshead 300 yards out. We shot a couple, then next thing we know we are being circled. my buddy shakes his dead bloody fish off, and I can't get mine off. All the while we are swimming the 300 yards back to shore flipping out not staying calm whatsoever. Blood and fish guts in the water, and a big ol shark that won't go away. I'm glad i have all my limbs intact, and I'm glad I'm not a stupid 16 year old kid anymore.