That was Uncle Denis - Ed Brock

In the summer of 1978 my uncle Denis Reilly, standing on the sugar-white sandy shore of the Gulf of Mexico, pulled a shark pup from the frothing waves.

He gave it to me, the nephew he knew would appreciate a dead fish as a present. And in fact I kept that foot-long corpse in the refrigerator, showing it off to friends, for a week before the stink drove my mother to throw it away. I cried so much about that (I was only 10) that Mom retrieved the moldy thing and took it to a taxidermist. It was stuffed, mounted on a board with "Jaws II" written above it (this was just before the sequel came out) and presented to me on my following birthday.