You ever wonder if all those stereotypes about Louisiana are true? You know, that Louisiana is a big swamp filled with alligators, and people with funny sounding names. Well, I am here to tell you that all those stereotypes are indeed true. I have photo evidence so you never have to wonder again.
You non-Louisianians have dog parks where people that live in cities can bring their dogs to get exercise. We have something similar. We have these:
That’s right, we have parks where we can take our pet alligators out for some exercise. In the above photo you can see my dad on the front of the boat, but if you look even more closely, you can see my pet alligators, Gaston, Boudreaux, Clotile, Guistard, and Jeff out frolicking in the marsh.
Alligators are ambush predators, so they rely on camouflage and stealth to catch their prey. This makes them difficult to capture on film when all you have is a crappy cell phone camera. If look closely at the above photo, you can see Gaston doing his impression of a group of water hyacinth. He does it well.
The above photo was a fun one. Here you can see Boudreaux being “it” in every alligator’s favorite game, Marco Polo. It’s very important for your pet alligators to get regular exercise. A tired gator is a well behaved gator.
Guistard kept getting caught in Marco Polo, and began to misbehave. I had to put him in time out. The only problem is with those camouflage skills I mentioned earlier makes it hard to find where you left him. Guistard can be mischievous, but he’s a good boy.
Guistard’s little transgressions aside, our trip to the alligator park was fun for everyone.
Well, actually me and dad went fishing in Gibson, LA. We found a spot that opened up into the marsh. In that spot there were more big alligators then I have ever seen in one spot. Usually you see the little three and four footers, and never see more than one or two big gators. You can’t tell in the photos because my phone’s camera makes them look like the alligators in Pit Fall, but these gators ranged from about six feet to ten feet.
We ended up catching our limit of bass. My dad caught a couple of four pounders, but most of the fish we caught were around two pounds. Funny thing is, you couldn’t taste the difference once they were battered and fried.