When I was 20, I went on spring break at Daytona Beach with a couple buddies. I had a large cut on my arm, it was bandaged up pretty good. I was a pretty good swimmer at the time (not now). I always wanted to pet a shark. I swam out into the ocean VERY far, no waves and I could barely see the shore.
I took my bandage off and squeezed blood into the water while violently splashing around.
I would go under every few seconds and look around, hoping to see a great white or maybe a tiger shark. I wanted to touch one real bad. I did this for maybe 20 minutes. No sharks so I swam back. Why I told you this story? I have no idea.
Ken