So I have this relationship with a large community of wild crocodiles. I'm serious. It's unique. It been a tremendous, soul shaping, experience. Great medicine.
I'm not really the type of guy you would expect that from.(Despite appearances) I'm a city kid; but I've always been kind of periphery on that, and made an effort to "get away" when I could.
I don't fish or hunt. I'm not really "hands on" When it comes to wildlife. In general, I don't jump on things that can eat me and duct tape them.
But I love wilderness. I love the isolation ( in doses) I love the color, and I love the relationship you can have with wild animals when you're alone.
I'm also driven by vanity to attempt, in my own pathetic way, to distinguish myself from my fellow man. To "boldly" go forth, so to speak, and to do the as yet undone. Glory was Cortez's motivation and sadly mine too.
To that end I've pushed the limits of were people are going in the Florida wilderness. Amazingly, there are places left in Florida that have seen very few people. I'm confident that I'm one of just a handful of people to have reached some isolated ponds deep in the mangrove swamp. These places were never well traveled and nearly 80 years of federal protection (thankfully) have helped to make them even more difficult to access.
For the last eight years I've made a concerted effort to take my canoe as deep into the wild as I can. I've developed my own techniques to deal with the very unique, wet, muddy, hostile, and beautiful environment.
On one of these trips,purely by chance, I stumbled upon a major crocodile stomping ground. Crocodiles are rare. They were nearly hunted to extinction in Florida. Many are familiar with Florida's alligators but even some long time residents don't know we also have crocodiles.
...oops life is calling. I'll continue later. (Yes,I know no one cares)