Shooting the gator was a slight exaggeration.
The truth being the gator was poached and the poachers took only the tail... for a supper. Our guide Butch called them and guided them to the gator. He says the meat is not even that good... but there you go.
Whoa, I had to rub my eyes when I read this, a Louisiana swamp guide saying gator meat isn't that good? Come back and take him to Boudreaux's in Chackbay for lunch, get him some gator sauce piquant, that'll set him straight. Great place, a refurbished gas station with two mechanics' bays, big 'ol stuffed bobcat sitting on top of a classic swamp pop jukebox.
Then tell him about the detective who went to the Lafourche Parish morgue to write reports on four dead bodies, all with very big smiles on their faces.
The coroner tells the detective: "First body is a 72 Year Old Frenchman. He died of heart failure while with his mistress. Hence the enormous smile."
"The Second body is an Irishman, 25 years of age. He won a thousand dollars on the lottery and spent it all on Irish whisky. Died of alcohol poisoning, hence the smile."
"What about the other two?"
"Ah," says the coroner, "They're really unusual. That's Boudreaux and Thibodeaux, two Cajuns from Chackbay, both in their 40s, struck by lightning."
"Then why are they smiling?"
"They thought they was having their picture taken."
ps: Was that cabin part of a B&B, or a friend's place?