As Whip mentioned, we were fortunate enough to see sunset and sunrise on the river, the two most magical times of day. Watching the colors come and go was riveting. It was equally fascinating to see and hear the "shifts" of wildlife. During the day, it was all birds. At night, the frogs went to work -- so many they were almost deafening. And the insects were thick in some stretches of the river. God bless the man who invented Deet!
Chris and Peter put us on lots of alligators. I was hoping for a "booner" but as a first-timer, I'd be happy with a "fork horn." I had a heck of time getting an arrow in one. Actually, I hit the first gator I shot at, but he went into thick bushes that overhang the river then looped back into deep water. The float at the end of the line hung up in the bushes. By the way the bushes were whipping around, he was doing some major struggling down there. Consequently, the barb pulled out (they're just under the skin) and we lost him.
After that, I must have missed eight or ten times. And these were all slam-dunk shots. If you want excuses, I've got 'em, but I think it boils down to short-drawing, snap-shooting, and not picking a spot. That was surprisingly hard -- unlike every other hunting I've done, you can hit a gator almost anywhere except in the armored plates on the back. There wasn't any one "sweet spot" to aim for. From the jowls to the tail, it's all good. Just aim low. And I did. And then some.
Around 3:30 in the morning, I finally got a good arrow in one. We pulled him close to the airboat and I put a flint-tipped arrow to work. Every time I use one, I'm impressed all over again by their effectiveness. This one lost a tiny bit off the tip, but with a little retouch it'll be back to work. You might notice that it's lightly beveled (resharpened) on the left edge. It's already been through one hog and I bet Chris can find another hog for it.
I didn't get any hero shots of the gator. This'll do nicely, though. Alligator, the other other white meat.