Alligator Hunting

My dad heard about Joe's gator trip a couple of years ago, and so he wanted to go too.  He thought it would be fun to invite the older boys to go with them, so Joe set up a trip with my dad, brother and Adam and Michael.  A few days before the trip, we realized that Michael was planning to run for student council and the speech was the same morning as the hunting trip.  We made him choose between the two.  It was a hard choice, but he stayed behind.

 

Everyone else had fun on their trip.  It was forecast like an 80% chance of rain, but somehow they missed the rain.  They went the night before and helped the guides load chicken livers onto the hooks.  Then the next morning, they went and looked for which chicken livers had been swallowed.  Then they slowly pulled on the rope attached to the chicken livers, and when the gator's head popped out of the water, they shot it.  They were able to shoot 3- 8 footers.

Since Joe got plenty of leather and boots out of his old gator skin, he didn't keep his gator this time, but Adam did keep two of the claws.  They are sitting  in a jar on his dresser.  YIKES!