


I understand 'gators luv marshmallows (or is it marshmEllows). You know ; the things you put in a campfire, on a stick, then burn your tongue.
In October, maybe I will rent a kayak (I luv kayaks) at the bikebarn, take a rod with piano wire and a 6/0 hook, trolling marsh---------whatevers.
I mean it can't be much different than some of the toothies I caught in the keys.
If I wind up with a problem being towed around, do I yell FORE--No that's golf. Or is it DUCK--No that is DW throwing a pot at me. I got it.
HELP THIS WACKO. That should get attention.
john