Dennett, you remind me of my dad’s and my annual fishing trips to the southern shores of Lake Okeechobee, back before COPD disabled him.
We’d spend at least two weeks fishing every January or February, sometimes more than that. The canals, cuts, and holes that we fished were invariably just crawling with gators.
They are remarkably beautiful creatures. When they’re up basking on a bank, scales shimmering all colors of reflected sunlight, they’re nothing short of glorious.
It took me a while to realize, though, that when they feel threatened, their instinctive response is to quickly slip into the water.
At first I thought they were doing it to come after our boat! Lol
Nothing like seeing a 13-foot-long antediluvian monster dive in the canal after you to set your heart to beating. ;-)
I did come to love them, though.