My buddy, Phil the Gator Hunter, talked me into entering the lottery to apply for an alligator hunting permit. Looks like I was successful. I've been hunting a few times, but never shot anything. I've seen plenty of deer, but only once when I was looking for them. Good. One episode of the the early 1990's t.v. series Northern Exposure, "A Hunting We Will Go" was about Dr. Joel's first- and only- hunting trip. He shoots, then tries to save, his prey. He comments that he gets the excitement of the hunt, but doesn't care for the result. The killing is good; the dying? Not so much. Anyway, I like deer, and I really have no desire to kill them. Alligators? Them, I could kill. At least, that's the plan. 'Course, I could end up like this guy:
Are you going to eat the gator? If you skin it, I would respectfully like to put my order in for a pair of pumps (gator skinned you know) size 7 please. If it's big enough, maybe a handbag too?
I was born in Montana, raised in Tampa, and reside in a small town in the lowcountry of South Carolina with the Lovely Lady Di, and son Tyler. Walterboro (the 'Boro) has about 5,100 residents. It's a moderately interesting place. I work in the public defender's office representing poor people charged with crimes. Some of them did it. Some of them didn't do it. Some are not very nice, a lot of them are just regular Joes with a huge plate of bad luck.
I'm a moderately interesting fellow, who has the good fortune to know or be related to some very interesting people. Is there anyone out there?
My buddy, Phil the Gator Hunter, talked me into entering the lottery to apply for an alligator hunting permit. Looks like I was successful. I've been hunting a few times, but never shot anything. I've seen plenty of deer, but only once when I was looking for them. Good. 
One episode of the the early 1990's t.v. series Northern Exposure, "A Hunting We Will Go" was about Dr. Joel's first- and only- hunting trip. He shoots, then tries to save, his prey. He comments that he gets the excitement of the hunt, but doesn't care for the result. The killing is good; the dying? Not so much. Anyway, I like deer, and I really have no desire to kill them. Alligators? Them, I could kill. At least, that's the plan. 'Course, I could end up like this guy:
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Are you going to eat the gator? If you skin it, I would respectfully like to put my order in for a pair of pumps (gator skinned you know) size 7 please. If it's big enough, maybe a handbag too?
I'd love to, JG, after I get my belt. I'll see if Phil lets me keep the hyde and meat (that's assuming we get one).
Please don't kill the gator.
Oh gross.
(BTW, you do know that about 100,000 mosquitoes just won the "Superdave Hunting Lottery," right?)
Tam, I will ask you to avert your eyes in the unlikely event that I kill a gator.
Funny stuff, Chase.
You don't get that same lump in your throat when you think of a gator hunt that you do when thinking about deer.
At least I don't.
But I'm still hoping you don't score a kill.
Stay safe.
Oh, this oughta be good. Are you taking your camera with you?
Lizards are lizards. Shucks, they're not even mammals. I'll be careful, Kate.
'Course I'll have my camera, Star. Shoot, if I don't photograph it, it didn't happen!
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