I was reading Porter or someone on here mention gator hunting. Well It jogged my memory about this story. It is a story that I heard in a duck blind one time. So I want to lay down the disclaimer on the front end. I heard the story second hand and do not endorse what is contained here in. This is how I recorded the story at the end of last years duck season, but it happened about 12 years ago. Here it is as it was told to me.
This may take a while, since I just sat down with a very good bowl of duck gumbo and I am planning an early attack, this, the last weekend of the duck season 2010, on some (hopefully) unknowing greenheads. I say unknowing, because it is on the public Mighty Miss. River. (Twenty five years ago would not be a problem)
Exactly ten years ago, I had invited a turkey hunting friend and his son up for a duck hunt at the legendary Mallard Motel. This is a blind that I put in a number of years ago that has been written about and talked about, since the first board was built. It is located in Peru Brake, an old Cypress Brake in the Miss. Delta were, at the first of the season, imprinted ducks return year after year because there is little water elsewhere. They are close to beans and rice that the Feds plant and they feel safe. An added feature is that every duck coming down the Ms. River can see the honey hole in front of it too.
Let me continue with the story because in my opinion, it was equal to the best mallard shoot we had there, and equal to the extraordinary hunt we had that day.
We were siting in the blind somewhere between the early gadwall get 2 time, and the wait for the 8:30- get 4 greenhead time. I had just made a comment on the 14' to 20' gators that inhabit the swamp during the blind brushing and building period. I was telling of having run over one as long as my 14 ft jon boat, when Albert (a name I made up to protect the innocent) said. “You know I married a Cajun lady that has a passel of kinfolk that love to hunt gator.” To which I said, “Really, tell me about it”. He proceeded with this story.
I had just married and invited some of her kinfolk up to my land around Alexandria, La, to rabbit hunt. We had killed the fire out of the rabbits that morning, and I was sitting on the back of the truck in between the morning hunt and the afternoon hunt serving lunch. Somehow the conversation turned to gator hunting and everyone said “ Let Budro tell you how it is done”(another name made up to protect the guilty) . Well I ask Budro how do ya catch them big gator? He says, “ The first thing a do is a look in the newspaper for the FREE KITTENS ADDS.” Too which I said free kittens? He said “Ya”. “You know FREE KITTENS for sale.
Well I go by there and ask. Do a have free kittens for sale, and they say Yea!!. How many do you want? Well, I say ALL of them. They say ALL, and I say Yea, and I take them all.
The next thing I do is I go out in da marsh where a know the big ones hang out. An I go over to a stout, and I mean stout, limber, high, green cypress limb. A pull it down and I ties that stout 550 lb trot line staggin to it with a big 7 to 10 aught triple prong hook on it. At this point I am saying “YOU DON’T” ---- To which he replies ---- “YUP That’s the hardest part. I duck tape that kitten to the 7 ougt hook and a leave him Me-Owing --- Me Owing!!!!!
At that point, I said “ You Sadistic” and he said — “Yea but it catches BIG GATOR!!!!!! They can’t resist that ME-OWING”
