Just me and the 1150 heading home after a days ride and about 45 miles out in the everglades on a two lane road bordered by canals and marsh. Cruising down a empty road until a mile or so ahead, I see a car pulled over on the side of the road. Slowing, I figure its someone broke down. As I draw nearer, I can see the drivers door is open and the driver is standing in the middle of the road looking down intently. At a couple hundred yards, I can tell there is a small alligator on the road. The little gator (about 2 feet long) and the tourist are facing each other in a standoff. The little guy is reared up on his front legs, hissing and snapping each time the fella tries to fake him out and grab him. Neither of them seems to be considering giving up. heh heh It appears the fella saw the gator, decided he would like to have one and now engaged in trying to figure out how to grab it and get it in his car. :-) :-) I just slowed my speed to a crawl, eased by them both and continued on. There are some things you just dont need to get involved in.
Then there is the fishing tourist. A ride to Key West and a rest stop and walkabout along the way. I'm sitting on a rock watching a guy in a bathing suit fishing in the surf, when he gets a strike on his line....pretty good one too. The rod is bent and whatever it is isnt too small. Hmmm, interesting, think I'll hang around long enough to see what it is. After a few minutes, the fella has worked the fish into shore and its about 10 feet in front of him. Its a small shark about 3 feet long. Well, the guy reels the line in tight and gives a mighty heave, intending to yank the shark out of the water, and over his head, onto the beach. Sometimes, a plan just doesnt turn out. :-)The shark is heavy enough to bend the rod, which lowers the arc. Instead of flying over the man's head, the shark hits him nose first in the stomach. The problem stemmed from the fact that the shark on impact opened his mouth and clamped his jaw shut on the fisherman's beer belly flab. Well now, the fella dropped his fishing pole, yelled and grabbed the shark's tail, trying to yank it off his belly. Little shark just wasnt inclined to let go. (sharks are kinda like that) So there they are, the fisherman and the shark dancing on the beach. The guy is hopping up and down, shark flopping in unison, accompanied by screaming and yanking on the sharks tail as he does something of a fisherman's rhumba.
Y'know, sometimes you cant even find a peaceful place to take a break.
Earl
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