A Low Country Boil..
We usually have a cookout with the neighbors every week or so and it's always something locally caught, killed or grown. Nothing comes from a store except the seasonings. Last weekend it was fried quail and gator tail, last night it was a low country boil. Usually something interesting happens over there
Before I tell you about the food, I've got to tell yall this story. Going to the neighbors yesterday evening, it's back in the woods like I am but you have to drive down a narrow dirt dam, across a pond and through a little cornfield to get to the house. There was another truck following us across the dam and when I got to the end of it there was a gator coming out the pond and heading for the corn. He was going to make an evening deer stand in there and catch him a fawn or a coon eating the corn. Gators ain't dumb.
So I turned the truck to cut him off before he made it into the corn field, and the fellow behind me pulled in behind the gator, blocking it from the pond. I jumped out with my pistol and the other fellow jumped out with a .22 rifle and popped it in the head before I could get around the truck. It was a fair size, about 7' long and maybe 300 pounds. Limp as a rag. The 2 of us couldn't put it in the truck, had to go get some help, so we headed on to the house. Rounded up a few guys, including my good friend, Blind Mike. We loaded up next weeks cookout into the truck and Mike said to take it to his house across the pond and put it in the chest freezer in the shed, we would clean it after supper.
Fast forward through supper.....by about 10 pm we were full, mostly inebriated and ready to clean the gator, so about 6 of us rode back to Mike's to take care of that. The freezer was in a little room about 6X10, mostly full of freezer. 4 big burly country boys went in to get the gator, and when they opened that freezer lid, 7' of very mad alligator jumped out
Let me tell yall something, I had no idea that a half frozen and head shot gator could move so fast, nor could 4 half drunk country boys move so fast while squealing like little girls
Problem was, in that little room there was nowhere for any of them to run. I wish I had the video camera running. It was something to see
Something to hear too, and I was real glad that I wasn't in there with them.
So the gator was the first one to make it through the door and it was heading for the pond at high speed. I pulled out my little .380, but one of the boys jumped on it so I couldn't shoot, then a couple more jumped on it. I didn't have that much to drink, so I put up the pistol and watched the show. It was pretty good, the gator whipped all comers, beat them bloody and threw them all over the lot, and next thing ya know, splash, next weeks cookout was back in the pond and swimming away
Easy come, easy go
It's going to take those boys a while to heal up
We'll get back to the seafood in a few minutes.....