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Weâve got interesting news this week gang. Last week Boudreaux and Marcel were on their way to a weekend cook-off and zydeco party, when, spring weather being what it is, they ran into a regular frog strangler of a rainstorm.
When they saw the twister, Marcel, who had brought a camera along for the party, started taking pictures of the thing.
When the twister started coming straight at them, Boudreaux, who knew his way around twisters, pulled the pick-up over to the side of the road. "Into the ditch!" he hollered at Marcel.
Before the pick-up came to a complete stop, Marcel was halfway out of the passenger side door, still holding the camera. Boudreaux was close behind.
Into the ditch they splashed. Soaked and muddy perhaps, but safe.
Until, they noticed, what would turn out to be a fourteen foot alligator sharing the ditch with them.
Bug-eyed, they both froze for about a heartbeat.
"Start shooting!" yelled Boudreaux as he eased closer to the alligator.
Marcel made a move toward his .357 magnum.
"No! No!" shouted Boudreaux, "With the camera!"
Marcel started taking pictures and Boudreaux closed in and tackled the huge alligator.
After thrashing around for a sweaty couple of minutes, Boudreaux, skinned up and his clothing hanging in shreds, disengaged from the great beast. Marcel was still taking pictures.
"Hand me your gun, Marcel." Said Boudreaux with a grin. "Iâd let you shoot him," He squeezed off the round. " But this puppyâs got a brain the size of a walnut.
"Yeah, but Iâd have killed him eventually." Said Marcel.
"True." Boudreaux agreed, "But you would have messed up some of the meat. This way, if we donât get stopped by a game warden, we take a whole mess of absolutely perfect "gator" meat to the cook-off. If we do get stopped, we have pictures proving that it was self-defense. Now, considering that we donât have a special "gator" license, it just couldnât get any better than what we got here."
Marcel slowly turned and looked at Boudreaux with a new gleam of respect in his eye. "No," he said, "It just donât get any better than this."
Till next week
Helga Biermeister
Secretary