Summertime...and if the catfish are jumping, it's likely because the alligators are more active. Jessa and I saw quite a few in our short time in Louisiana, beginning with several in the hyacinth-choked, tannic waters of Irish Bayou.
Later in the day, we found several more gators in a pond at Fontainebleu State Park, where they are supposed to be strictly protected. Honestly, could ILLEGAL TO FEED OR HARASS ALLIGATORS be any clearer, even to a drone-flying cretin? And yet...
Otherwise, though, the spot was peaceful, and the alligators plenty photogenic.
The one above may be vaguely puppyish, but they don't stay puppies forever. We saw this big fella patrolling Bayou Lacombe: ten feet if he was an inch, maybe twelve, big enough and dark enough and knobby enough that Jessa and I both mistook him for a mudbank covered with clams until the mudbank started to move. Our last gator of the trip, and magnificent in a hair-raising way.
Photos by Jessa & Mark Farrell-Churchill.
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