...you're always welcome to come make the trip over and stand out 100 yards in the middle of nowhere,,, awaiting that football-like tackle that will push you about 20 feet before it realizes you're not a seal and releases it's piercing grip.. to only return and attack you again due to all the blood spewing out from the previous attack. Hopefully he'll tear the piece off so you don't feel it flapping in the water...you wouldn't want any eel slime getting in the wound, it may get infected.
I must say though, I do find myself thinking more and more about my surroundings and what's lurking around me. Sure, they've always been out there.......but with all this publicity lately, the thought seems to find it's way to the forefront. I even find myself eye-balling the water behind my hooked fish to see if anything is following the fish back to me...

.....sure, it would be like getting hit by lightning.......but I seem to be hearing more and more of that too. I've already been bumped in the night before while standing far out in east bumF*yk, and let me tell ya......it's not comforting.
For those of you who venture out far beyond the first set of rollers, beware...

,,, I mean be-safe.........

............I mean ,,, play golf instead.