I'm on the second episode now and the gators have disappeared and the people are trying to explain it. I would suggest, perhaps, the gators can smell these dudes coming. I can almost catch a whiff of these dirty, sweaty, crusty f*** ers through my TV. Sleeveless unwashed flannel shirts and caps with the bills curled up to the point of being useless as a sunblock are the uniform of choice it seems. Teeth? Not so much. Many of them could smile at you and still stick their tongue out.
One guy has called his sons in from their welding jobs to come hunt dem gators. Great idea. Screw that regular-paying skilled labor, climb in this dinky jonboat with what looks like an old riding lawnmower engine hanging off the back with a handle on one end and a prop run out the back like a Thai river boat on the other and lets go after, what, 500lb killing machines on their turf armed with a hook, a .22 and weapons-grade stupidity. YEEEEEHHHHAAAAHHHH!
On this other boat we have this other dude. No luck with gators he's out in the swamp at night with a headlamp grabbing water snakes with his friggin hands. Forget the initial WTF, it gets deeper. It's really hard to determine whether it's a regular water snake or a cottonmouth. The second one will leave you ranging from severely f*** up to dead if it bites you. No worries though. This toothless bastard is all about safety. He slides on sleeves to protect his arms. Kevlar you think? I did. Nope, tube socks with the toes cut off. He gets bit, he then tries to determine what bit him. Uh, a little late, don't ya think? He got lucky, back to being stupid. He also wonders why pulling in a huge flailing gator with a thin line wearing no gloves tears your hands up.
Another dude decides he's going to go "froggin." I know what a frog is and I have determined these guys' lives revolve around killing whatever they are talking about so I put 2 and 2 together and get "kuuk em up gigigi!" Yup. Bullfrog is on the menu. I've heard it's good, I'll concede that so I don't have to contest it with a taste test.
I can't wrap my head around this lifestyle. On the one hand, I appreciate people working hard to put food on the table, even if it is bullfrogs, but it just seems so unnecessary, ridiculous and tragic. I grew up next to rednecks so I get the unsophisticated lifestyle and you want to talk about got your back, folks like this will help you bury a body; probably cut it up for gator bait. As much as I respect my good ole boy buddies and reciprocate their devotion, I never could and still don't understand these choices in living.
America is a diverse place and while I wish I could say I feel a camaraderie with all my fellow Americans, there are so many people I cannot explain, these being one group. If I had to pick between these critters and superficial, anal, striving consuming suburban douche bags the choice is easy, but I still would be disgusted living like this.
If I ever put any type of animal in the Z (besides my moms little teacup Chihuahua). I want someone to come down here and shoot me dead. 
