Well, I'm back home. Not even unpacked yet, but that can wait. I've got over 500 digital photos to go through, but thought I'd put this one up first.
To begin with, I'm no gator wrestler. I'd never seen a wild gator until the other night on Curtis' boat, so I ended up spending a lot of time trying to photograph them as they'd come along.
Probably the third or fourth gator we saw was this little three-footer that let us ease the boat right up to it. While I was up on the platform of the boat taking photos, Curtis apparently decided that I could take a lot better pictures with the thing in my lap. So he grabs a gaf and, without harming the gator, scoops and flips the thing right in the boat.
I stood up just in time for this very unhappy aligator to land on my boot. Without ruining my drawers, I got the heck off the platform while Curtis wrestled the gator into submission.
And he was right. It was a lot easier to take pictures with the gator in the boat.