k&a&c'smom ~I'm glad you enjoyed reading my little post! You are absolutely...100% correct regarding the DANGER in that little swampy, canal-infested area off the beaten path. It makes me "shudder" to think we made it out of there safely (surrounded by Gators...and GATOR-LIKE people...LOL). Thank goodness, we did.
I still get that "feeling" of being surrounded once in a while. Such as I posted while photographing the Gators on the earlier pages of this thread. To capture the first one, I was nearly IN the water to take the Pic. (in the excitement to snap the pic...I sometimes forget where I AM), when DH came up from behind and uttered, "Careful hon, the mom is always nearby...watching." Instantaneously, I got that FEELING, and a CHILL ran down my spine. Whoooo. It's the kind of safety mechanism inherent in us "PREY" species! The "10,000 years of evolution thing", which causes the hair to stand ERECT on the nape of our necks when ever our existence is threatened (and/or a PREDATOR is near).
I definitely got it THAT time, in the canals. I also got it another time I recall with vivid detail (as I wrote before...there are numerous occasions). My friends and I got the BRIGHT IDEA to go out into the swamps in some canoes for a "sunset" cruise together while visiting Florida. We were near a campground in Ormond Beach again, one notorious for
CROCS & GATORS (we were not aware of this reputation until it was too late). We even spoke with a FISH & GAME specialist in the area prior to embarking on our venture. He warned us (not unlike the two from Deliverance---but he was in uniform and very courteous) to take great precautions and be ever so watchful around the canoe. CROCS are extremely "territorial" and may be prone to attack the craft if they feel at all threatened. We mimicked him (as teens will do on occasion), and scoffed at his "scare-tactics!" Hindsight IS 20/20.
After only a few moments into the swamp...we spot a large CROC or GATOR (we were all unsure...and decided we needed to get closer to inspect and assess the critter. After all, this is what you do when you are with a group of friends at the age of 19~~LOL) floating in the water. Upon closer inspection, it appears he is not floating, but possibly lying atop something else...perhaps a female...whom is just under the surface on some tall grass. As we approach even closer, they both submerge into the marsh. Then, I see something dart (and I mean DART) under the canoe. I freaked outloud, and expressed a STRONG desire to leave the water. Suddenly, the Thing (Croc/Gator...etc) reappears on the other side, and glares at us...floating. I can see it's toes splayed out under the water. It is a VERY LARGE reptile, and not too pleased by our presence. I quickly notice three more of these creatures coming IN our direction from the edge of the wet grasses which were in the middle of this waterway. It's impossible to gauge the SIZE of them when they are submerged with only the eyes/nose showing.
Suddenly, that FEELING overwhelms me. The one where I feel small and helpless...in the midst of something very unpredictable and unappealing. I feel a "bump" on the bottom of the rickety canoe, and tell my girlfriend to begin paddling quickly for the shore. Our other friends begin to follow...along with a "swarm" of unwanted guests now extremely interested in our movements and motives.
The F & G expert had informed us it was near "breeding" season, and the BULLS (as he called them) become very agitated and overly-aggressive during this time. Many attacks on humans occur during this season. Argh...I want to click my heels three times and be HOME...PRONTO!
But, we are paddling, nonetheless. My paddle "hits" something under the side and I hear this strange "rumble" or vibrating sound. Like a roar under the water. Not good. The water is dark, brackishly amber/iced tea in color, filled with swamp stuff (And the other things nightmares are filled with)! Our friends trailing behind attempt to toss a can of soda at one large gator bothering them, in a futile attempt to scare him away. He LUNGES at the can and disappears beneath the surface with his daily intake of aluminum. Now...he only needs some mammals and he can look for dessert! Another lesson learned. It's nearly impossible to intimidate a large predator...unless you are a LARGER predator!
As we approach the shore, it's clear we are being harrassed all the way to the edge. I dare not stand in the canoe for fear of falling and being taken by what awaits on the other side. I also can not get close enough to the edge without having to jump in water up to my knees to get to safety. The fear of what "could" happen has me by the throat. At this moment, it was "fight or flight"...and instinct kicked in. I turned and "whacked" the surface of the water as hard as I could with my paddle, as my GF jumped into the water and to the marshy grass--then safety. She was petrified...or she would have stayed around to help me (possibly pull the canoe in closer, etc.). So...I was all alone, and drifting oddly sideways to the shore. I was kneeling, and holding one paddle in the water. My GF was screeching something inaudible, as our other friends were maneuvering their canoe farther up-swamp. Everything was happening so quickly...but truly seemed to be "frame by frame."
I turned to see the eyes and nose of a large predator, just behind my canoe. I froze in terror, and felt naked/vulnerable/lost and "a gonner" simultaneously! Days passed in seconds, and I hunched my body over in the canoe to escape his view(instinct took over...I must HIDE, I thought). I felt a bump, and then another (possibly him/them passing underneath). My GF continued her frenzied scene from the shore, as this fella moved in to check the view from another angle. They are NOT as shy and ignorant as some claim. They are intelligent and adept at what they do best...HUNT. And I, for the moment...was the HUNTED.
Somehow...my other friends had landed safely upshore, and were "running" to HELP me! (Thank Goodness someone was taking some action other than just verbal hysteria/jumping up & down from the sidelines). The young man accompanying my friend in the other canoe instructed me to stay "low" in the boat, and to grip the insides of the seats...bracing myself in case it is topsized. NOW...the FEAR began to truly overwhelm me. What could they see...which I could not? He told me as soon as he tossed the rope in the canoe, for me to take hold. I did...with a veritable "death-grip" (LOL). HE slowly (too slow for my comfort) pulled me into the marshy shallow grass...and kept talking in a hushed, slow manner the entire time. When he prompted me...not a minute before or after, I was to "Spring from the canoe and leap to the shore."
My breathing had already ceased long before this moment, and my chest hurt with fire-like feelings from the lack of oxygen. Fear constricted every muscle, and I asked him to wait a moment for me to get my faculties (and for the Glutamine Propionate Amino acids to enter the tissue). He said there was not a moment for this...and on the count of 3....to MOVE. Each number was called out agonizingly & slowly. Then finally...as THREE was uttered--I JUMPED. From the peripheral of my right side, I immediately saw them. Two or three very BIG reptiles...close to the canoe and shore...more than half of their bodies out of the water! My heart made the leap into my throat, and as I landed...I nearly choked on it trying to swallow.
As I rocketed and RAN up onto the grass, these beasts did the same! So, instinctively...we RAN (Fast and FAR) without looking back. We contacted the Ranger (F&G), whom arrived to report the incident and help us recover our canoes. He decided he would need back-up, and it was a good thing he did. When we walked back to the scene, still leary and afraid (of my near-miss adventure), these aggressors were still cruising the area. He launched his boat, with the assistance of two other officers. They reported at least "7" very large, very agitated bulls (male Crocs or Gators...I presume) in the area. The area we happened upon was a so-called preserve, or sort of unconventional GATOR-HAVEN. We had no idea we would ever be anything short of SAFE...as we were in CANOES. (LOL). So much for that theory.
NOw...don't EVEN get me started on SHARKS!!
