possibly wetsuits were the cause. Back 1979-1980, another former WSI (water safety instructor, we taught kids to swim and trained and certified lifeguards) and I headed west, visions of I dunno, communes and sugar mommas in our heads. Anyways, we ended up in San Francisco, 10 years too late, but used to enjoy a weekly trip to Stinson beach to go body surfing. Huge waves, long rides, no one else ever in the water. One day, we saw a beer keg floating offshore maybe 3-400 yards and we swam out to it. It said …(roughly, been a long time) Univ. of Cal. Berkeley, Marine Biology dept. and we thought perhaps they were tracking tides. The buoy was fairly still, slow breast stroke allowing us to remain with it, we figured tidal flow, then it started picking up speed, I switched to head high freestyle. A few seconds later, it speeds to maybe 7-10 mph, I dunno, it’s getting towed, I can see that now and call out to my buddy “I’m gonna’ catch the next wave.” and we surf into shore. I figured “tuna”, self preservation psychology at work, and we surf Stinson a few more times before moving south. 10 years later, back east, married, watching Jacques Cousteau talking Great Whites, something I loved, having swam and dived the East Coast from NE Harbor to Miami, anyways, Jacques mentions “Stinson Beach, number one Great White shark attack spot in the world, surpassing the Great Barrier Reef.” I turned white as a ghost, gripping my chair, Janice noticed, then kind of laughed at the reaction of “travelin’ Matt.” I verified this use of buoys to track sharks about 6 years back, ironically at a Primus concert back in San Fran, next to a guy whose wife was a Marine Bio. major at Berkeley back in the day. No electonics back then, so buoy tracking it was. What I want to get at, swimming smoothly, not dressing like a seal, not wearing jewelry (Florida retirees, are you listening?) will help us survive in an environment we were not really meant to be in. Awhile after I left Cali., an Orca killed a GW in the area, and the smell (liver I believe) drove the whites out of the area (Stinson/Farallons/“circle of death” channel where “air Jaws” was first noticed iirc.) I spent time in Miami the following year, surfed clear water, noted sharks at times, vacated water, but never an issue, but also watched tourists heading into the schools of bunker (menhaden) coming down the coast, while wearing jewelry. Sharks don’t have hands, they reach out and touch someone with their mouth.