When I was in high school, my buddy used to take us water skiing in the Delaware River.
Wait, let’s qualify that: Attemped. My buddy Chris attempted to take us water skiing in the Delaware River. For me, at least, it was more like water dragging.
I was more concerned with what nastiness I may have been swallowing than with what nasty things might swallow me. I’d have been a lot more reluctant to head in the water knowing I was to share space with a sturgeon like this son of a gun.
OK, this guy may be long-since dead, but apparently Atlantic sturgeon still spawn along the Delaware from Trenton to below the Commodore Barry Bridge, which really makes me regret swallowing that water. Apparently they can get up to 14 feet long, but most are around 4-6 feet, with the males usually bigger. (Source!)