As a youth in the 30s I went with my father gator hunting for their hides. 
One time we were accompanied by a friend and he sat in the stern of skiff 
poleing the boat. My father was in the bow with a shot gun. I was setting in 
the middle of this 16 foot boat looking out into the darkness and imageing 
all kinds of things. There was some water in the bottom of the boat so when a 
mullet [fish] jumped into the boat it splashed water on me. My imagation went 
to work and I knew I was gator caught. I jumped straight up and backwards. As 
I cleared the stern our friend caught me to keep going on. 
... And now, some words of wisdom:
When you get to the end of your rope--tie a knot into the end and hang on
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