If you love animals you are going to love this. Imagine a job where you get to drive around and rescue animals and take them home. Well there is a job and I have it. I am the animal locator.
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"Can you copy a gator call?" Dispatch asked over my radio.
Oh hell yeah. Finally. My first gator called. I heard about these calls but never have I ever went on one.
Until today.
I was so excited as I read the notes. The gator is about 8 feet long and over 200 pounds. Granted that is just an estimate but it still sounds pretty big.
As I was driving to the call it occurred to me that I had no idea what I was going to do when I got there. It is an eight-foot gator. The odds of me winning any fight is slim to none.
Still, I was excited.
When I arrived on the scene I saw that the residents locked themselves in their homes.
As I walked around the back I realized that I am unarmed. It was going to be me versus this gator with nothing but my fists. If it came down to that I was in fact gator food.
As I scanned the ground I saw a log turn and look at me. I mean the gator blended in nicely next to the tree he was sitting under.
I was frozen in fear. I looked around for a quick escape. The quickest route was jumping onto the roof of the residences. Again very unlikely.
So I just stared down this gator. I watched as the gator shifted so he was facing me. Neither of us moved for hours. Three hours to be exact. That was the estimated time of arrival for the gator catcher.
So for three hours, I looked death clean in the eyes. I was startled when the gator catcher entered the backyard because his presence alerted the gator.
"Are you ready kid?" The catcher asked me.
"Ready for what?" I asked.
"When I say "now" grab the tail." The catcher ordered.
Before I could even get a chance to list all of the reasons why I am not grabbing the gator by his tail, the catcher charged the gator.
The catcher used a wired string attached to an extended pole. The catcher slipped the wire around the gator's mouth pulling it shut. Once the gator's mouth was sealed shut he started spinning around violently.
As the gator was spinning the catcher yelled. "Now. On his belly!"
To me those words meant nothing. My body however was not cooperating with my brain. I dove on the gator's tail as he swung it around violently.
My face kept getting slammed between the ground and his tail. At this point, if I lost consciousness I knew that I would be gator food.
Finally, the movement stopped. I looked up and saw that the catcher tied the gator's feet together. We won that battle.
As I stood up I realized that my mouth was bleeding. I was dizzy and nauseous. We won but I paid a prize.
"Should we cook him or let him free?" The catcher asked me.
"Let him free. Anyone who beats my ass like that deserves a second chance."
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