Most of you think that this is a page for women by women. Sure, it can be. I am definitely a woman! But we work and play with and around men also. In fact, we have a following that is strictly male and they are The Honorary Members of Chicks with Ticks. They even have their own logo! That’s right – they rock. We love our men!
Anyway – Tyler, my field partner for the day, and I were headed down south to Grasshopper Slough. Nothing special about that, except that we LOVE Grasshopper Slough. It’s on private land that is maintained about as well as any conservationist could ask, even though it’s a working cattle ranch – we love the way they alternate fields, manage forestry, and generally have a love of the land. It makes our job easier.
We got to the stream and it was about 2 feet deep. Now, I had been coming to this spot on this stream for years….mostly alone. I had Tyler today which is sweet because he is like my ninja man….studies budhism, meditates, is smiley, and an amazing friend. We got to the stream bank and I put my junk down where I always do. Then…something wasn’t right.
I told Ty (yeah – sometimes I call him Ty) that something wasn’t right. I scanned the area and make sure nothing is gonna eat us and then go about my business. I felt like I was being watched. I’ll tell ya it really creeped me out because there are some very large gators upstream from our site. Anyway, I laughed it off and then asked Ty if he minded being my ninja guardian and walk through the water to the gauge with me – which is sooooo not me because the water is only 2 feet deep and I go there all the time alone. Silly girl.
So, he remarked that was weird but that he would, of course – after all he is my ninja guardian. And he did. We came back with the logger (measures the level of the stream) and I sat on that bank and just looked at that 18 foot wide, 2 foot deep brown tannic stream and thought that I was crazy for feeling the way I did. I was being unreasonable. I told Ty I was being girlie! So, we did our thing and left.
We returned a week later to the same spot to do the same thing. I felt the same way. I might have even felt a bit worse. Something was there. I told Ty that I thought it might be a turtle or otter and I was just sensitive. We started work and I continually scanned the stream (spotted) as Ty went into the stream to measure flow. I still felt uncomfortable. I can’t explain it. I asked Ty to be careful.
I turned to scan the stream one more time. I saw something in the deeper pool just upstream of our site. I couldn’t say what it was so I asked Ty to stay out of the water until I could identify it. This is one of my safety protocols! I hoped to see a large fish or piece of wood floating. I turned away to set up planning to figure it out once I was finished.
I started opening my laptop and setting up the equipment as usual. For some reason, I looked back over my shoulder at the stream just where I had seen the “something”. Headed straight for Ty was a huge gator. It was moving fast and even making a wake. I bent back and grabbed a stick as I yelled to Ty, “Gator, big gator, out of the water!” I splashed the stick around and the gator turned toward me and slowed.
Oh my. At this point, I have to tell you how bad it was. Ty was supposed to be out of the water, right, because I asked him to. Instead, he was bent over pulling grass so he could use the doplar equipment we use to measure flow. This meant that his head was at the surface of the water and the gator was about 5 feet away when I spotted her. You can imagine how we both felt. Now Ty is on the other side of that stream. We had to get him back on the side with me and the truck with a gator in the middle! I tell you what. That gator was every bit of 9 feet and the stream only 18 feet across.
That gator followed us as we walked up and down the stream trying to find a good place for Ty to cross. It snapped at anything we threw. We decided that the marsh upstream was our best bet as I could swamp the truck halfway and at least he wouldn’t be stranded, just the truck would be. He hiked down and I drove. I didn’t see Ty. He didn’t come. I started to panic. I had driven the truck deep into the mucky maidencane marsh. I climbed out the window and stood on top of the truck. Where the hell was he?
I didn’t see him for what seemed like forever. All of the sudden, I see a figure in white (Ty) crouched down sneaking through the grass. Well, let me tell you, he looked like gator bait all bent over and easy to eat. I yelled for him to make himself big and run to the truck. I realized how close we had come when he collapsed in the bed of the truck next to me.
We laid there for a long time cursing and reliving the moment he almost got eaten. We still relive it. It was the most intense experience I had ever had and it changed me for a long time – changed us for a long time. Hell, it even changed the way we worked for a long time. I was afraid. Afraid that every pool had a gator in it ready to eat my field partners. I had never been afraid. Wary, cautious, yes, but not afraid.
That feeling passed, at least mostly. I still think about it when I stand next to that creek. The gator? Oh, a trapper came back a few weeks later and shot it after he roped it. He said the gator didn’t act right. He though it was crazy. I don’t know much about that – I only know that its not there anymore.
I only know that I haven’t felt that same feeling I felt the week before the gator almost ate Tyler! I do get that feeling every now and then at other sites. Sometimes it’s everything I can do to make myself go where I need to go. Sometimes, I don’t go at all.
You hear about sixth sense. You talk about intuition. I trust mine. Sometimes I look into that murky water and think I am going somewhere I know I shouldn’t go. I am entering a world that doesn’t belong to me. I am intruding. Most days I know I will be forgiven. I know I can pass without paying a toll. Some days I wonder when my time will run out.
Judging by the way you write, you seem like a professional writer.`.;’~
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Thank you but I am not. I began writing as a young girl and wrote mainly poetry. I have loved this blog and the outlet it has given. I have also thoughts of writing a really cool children’s story. Thanks for stopping in and I hope you enjoy it. Constructive criticism isn’t unwelcome but I love compliments! ;0)
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When I tuned in for the first time and saw you standing in the water, I spent 15 years in So. Florida – near the canals and Everglades so my thoughts went like this
– looks like Florida,
then I thought, wouldn’t get me in the water like that,
then … they are the gutsiest chicks I can think of.
At that point (after merely looking at the photos, I explored your blog – chose this as the first article to read and boom…I was right on every point above.
Good reading!
http://www.pierotucci.wordpress.com
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After over six years the the swamps, bogs, rivers and streams of Florida, there is much more to write and much more to read! Good thing is – I am a shutterbug and have photo documented the last six years! Even better, the story continues….believe it or not, you could go there – you can Go Anywhere…..just take a Chick with Ticks with you the first time! Thanks so much for stopping in – hope you stay around a long time. The feedback made my morning.
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I’m so glad I found your site! You must read The Gift of Fear by Gavin de Becker. I am a police detective. We live off intuition and we learn to trust it. If cops don’t listen to these things we die. Women have a better sense and tend to listen closer. Next time don’t hesitate, if something’s telling you to run, RUN:-)
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Thanks so much for stopping in. You should share a story with us!! You may not work in the woods but you surely work in WILD places with WILD animals!! Pray – do tell….
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Returning the favor. Love what you are doing. Stay strong and my husband will be very happy to hear his cranky old lady has another subscriber.
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You tell your grumpy husband that you only need REAL followers!! Thanks for visiting – maybe you will find some inspiration!! i can give you some tips too on how to increase traffic and maybe have fun. I didn’t know what I was doing at first and enjoy it now.
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Make yourself big and make a lot of noise…excellent advice for navigating the swamp and life in general.
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Amen! Although it’s nice to sit and watch sometimes! Appreciate your visitation! Hope you enjoy.
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