And how to carry a white flag under water.

So I’ve got this dipshit brother in law that is a scuba instructor, don’t ask me the wisdom of taking scuba classes from him because you won’t get a positive answer. Anyway, he’s told me countless stories of messing with sharks. Why is he messing with sharks, you ask? I already said he’s a dipshit.
Regardless he had a good point when he told me that when a shark looks at you, you can tell he’s sizing you up and when he’s looking at, say, a 6 foot 200 pound guy in a wet suit you’re actually not much if any smaller than it is so it’s thinking, “Am I sure I want to tangle with whatever the hell that is?” He doesn’t know we don’t have fangs and claws and sharp scales to protect ourselves, they don’t know we’re actually pink, squishy and made of the sweetest meat they’ve ever tasted.

the mothership "Ocean" from National Geographics "Shark Men" has been anchored 5 mi from my house in the pass for the last month. They're checking out the big hammerheads that fead on the tarpon in the pass.

Most sharks this is true, but if they can't see you well or it's a bull shark I wouldn't count it.