When I was young, my father used to claim that boys needed to do the bulk of the yard work because there was a critter out there called a “land shark” which ate middle aged men. The only preventative was beer and a lounge chair. Boys, it seems, don’t taste good to the sharks.
I was disappointed when I visited a Disney Golf Course in Florida and didn’t see a single alligator. But now, it seems that one Queensland course, has one-upped the alligators in Florida with a shark in a pond. Now that’s a hazard: