I used to live at Pt. no Pt. One day my brother and I were walking the beach down by the lighthouse and I stepped on a dogfish that someone had caught and thrown on the beach to die.

It was half buried in the sand and I didn't see it. The spine on its dorsal layed my foot open good. The 1/4 mile walk back to the house crammed the cut full of sand.

The Dr. scrubbing the sand out of my foot with a toothbrush, before he could stitch it,wasn't at all pleasant.