Originally Posted by Kapt Z

One time I went swimming at night with some buddies off Long Beach Island. I was a better swimmer than them and I struck out to about 100 yds to enjoy the swells.

Something 'bleeping' nudged me! I've struck things in the water before, little pieces of garbage, a small wood plank... you know 'stuff'. This was different. I have no idea to this day what it was, but I swam as fast as a torpedo to the beach. It's been the only time I can honestly say I was truly scared in the water.