Re: Gators
I guess I missed the vocabulary lesson for the Northwest ... what's a gator?
As a kid, my Father used to force us to visit with relatives in Louisana. I remember driving along the Interstate in the back of an old Chevy pickup and seeing gator's on the roadside sunning themselves (that's what happens when you build a highway across the bayou). Once, the cousin driving ran over one, thinking we could load it in the back and take it home for a feast. He hit the brakes, leaped out with a shingling hammer, thinking he'd just knock it in the head to finishing it off and we'd load it in. Darn, that gator swung around and picked it self off ... you ain't heard nothing till you heard the roar of a gator. It was if that pickup had never rolled over him. Needless to say the cousin's courage melted like ice cream in the southern sun ... that shingling hammer suddenly got mighty flimsy feeling when facing down a six foot gator. We had to wait till another cousin shot one down at the golf course before we got to have some gator meat .... true enough ... tastes just like chicken.
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Go Out, Run Lines Deep, Hook 'em Hard, Reel 'em in to Keep ... reads like Poetry doesn't it?
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TheTexan
long enough for the gator to find the bait. 
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