Meet Godfrey!

There I was, one cool November morning, swimming along chasing a frog for breakfast, minding my own business when SWOOSH!

A big hand scooped me up and took me on an adventure of a lifetime.

“Oh joy!  I’m going to see the world!” I thought as I looked at the vastness around me.

I wasn’t sure whether to swim or crawl this curious terrain.

Before I could figure it out, there was that big hand again.

Momma said my sharp teeth and strong jaws were my protection.   So, I SNAPPED that finger right off!

Well not quite, because then they made me climb a tree, hanging on for dear life like I was some kind of common gecko.

Just when I thought I was safe, they came in for another closeup.  You’d think they never saw a baby gator before.  Sheesh!

And then they did the cruelest thing of all.

They put me to sleep.

And when I woke up, I was back in the safety of the marsh grass, where my momma was waiting for me.  And boy, was she angry!

Thanks for the ride, fellas!

Godfrey the Gator

(No gators were harmed in the writing of this story, before, during or after.  The baby gator was returned to its mother at the of the journey.)

Similar Posts

  • |

    Double Trouble!

    We wound our way up a curvy bayou, looking for fishy water, and around the second curve she spotted a fishy-looking current line running from the western bank across the middle of the bayou and around the curve. We drifted in, and not long after she slung her bright yellow popping cork, it disappeared below the surface.

    “F I S H O N!” Patti yelled with as much enthusiasm as a die-hard football fan screaming “TOUCHDOWN!”, and I was as happy for her as she was about reeling in that yellow-mouthed speckled trout.

    We continued to pull in fish every few minutes at that spot until boat traffic scattered the fish, making them too spotty to find. Trolling on up the bayou, we cast around a few points that looked like ideal spots for trout to be hanging out waiting for bait fish. However, none of those spots were as profitable as our first stop.

    Once we traveled to the end of my GPS bread crumb line and farther than I had ever explored before, we tested the waters. Nothing. We looked for cuts in the marsh, where the bait-filled water flowed into the bayou, carrying the unsuspecting bait to the bigger fish that awaited. We fished a couple of those spots without much luck.

  • |

    First Bayou Woman Adventure Short Film

    To usher in Regular Time, I have a little surprise for you! It’s a short film of the first ever Bayou Woman Adventure we had back in June. Carolyn Scofield, field news reporter for WVUE FOX 8 News in New Orleans came along with us, shot some footage, and put together this show. Kudos to her and all the ladies who went crabbing two ways and earned their right to call themselves Bayou Women.

  • |

    Whoopie Pie Cake

    Whoopie Pie Cake.  It sounds strange, I know.  And of course, there’s a back story, but I can’t lay claim to having named this sinfully rich dessert concoction.  But doesn’t it look delicious? If you’ve spent any time on this blog, you already know that I’ve always marched a little out of step with current…

  • Anole debut

    There are hundreds of google images of green anoles. But nowhere on the internet, until today, are there any images of my anole. Remember folks, you saw it here first. My very own bayou anole. She lives on my porch amidst my jungle of plants. She has no need to wander out into the dangerous…

  • Grand Isle Ladies’ Fishing Rodeo – 6th Annual

    A line from “Steel Magnolias” went through my head more than once while watching the participants of the Sixth Annual Grand Isle Ladies Fishing Rodeo arrive dockside at Bridgeside Marina Saturday afternoon, “The whole sanctuary looks like it’s been drenched in Pepto-bismol!” Not only is pink the signature color of the main character of said movie, but it’s also the signature color of anything having to do with Breast Cancer Awareness, and believe me, there’s no way anyone could attend this magnificent event and not be aware.

  • Lest We Forget

    Today is the sixth anniversary date of the BP Oil Spill off the coast of Louisiana.  In April 2012, I drove down to Grand Isle to walk the chenier in hopes of seeing and photographing some beautiful neotropical birds.  But before doing so, I performed my island ritual, which is to drive the Island from…

Leave a Reply to Mamabug Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

34 Comments

  1. Cute!

    BTW last night on the local news was an interesting story about coastal rehab. Seems they think they have found a way that actually works to resetablish the mangroves using a peat sack, magic powder, and some seeds. After a year on test the State and Fed conservevation commission said it was the best way they had yet seen to rehab. Was real interesting. Just drop the bags like sand bags, they grow and the roots actual conjoin the bags together. It was specifically talking though about the mangroves required for the pelicans and water fowl.

    I was in the kitchen, didn’t see what channel and couldn’t find it on the net. At least it does show a public awareness

  2. My kids will love you for this post!! The boys will have a fit when they see it! Hope you are well!

    1. I thought about your boys when I was typing it, actually!!! HEY BOYS!!! How y’all doing??? I’m ready for some new episodes of Swamp People! How about you?

  3. They are cute when they’re little. One problem though…they get BIG! Was the mom near when Godfrey was caught? Were y’all near a nest?

    1. I decided not to write the story of how the boys happened upon the momma and her babies since it is a questionable topic. They didn’t harm the gators, and yes, the mother was right there. She hangs out near their duck blind. These are definitely late hatchers, though. This little guy wasn’t very big at all. I thought they typically hatch in August, and at three months old, should have been bigger than this with teeth that can really cut you. Also, we had a cold snap, so it was very surprising to see them out and about. Once we have the first cool front, we don’t see too many gators out after that. It’s a big puzzlement!!!

  4. The news report was on Fox Network Channel 8 with John Snell. I half expected to see you, BYW. Didn’t happen though.

    Question: does rubbing their tummies really put them to sleep? Nice story and Godfrey is a handsome youngun’.

    1. Well, John Snell didn’t call me, Cuz!!! He has been on my boat, ya know? Yes, rubbing them on their belly calms them and will actually put the babies to sleep. That’s why I said that, lol!

  5. Loved this! Those little guys are cute as can be. I may have told you – I got to rub the tummy of a BIG boy some years ago. They pulled him out of a local marina, trussed him up and flipped him over. We rubbed his stomach until the Fish and Wildlife guys came to get him and take him off to Anahuac or somewhere.

    He seemed pretty content.

    1. I could so see you doing that!!! (By the way, Dotter left you a comment on previous post about wanting to read your ghost story. I sent her over to your blog, but be sure and let us know if you write that story up, okay?)

      1. It’s in process. Never written about a ghostly presence before, so it’s challenging me a little more! I’ll drop a note when it goes up – probably post after next. Thanks!

        1. Hooray! Baby alligators are so cute, but man, I get freaked out just seeing the adult ones! Must have been that bad dream. Remember that song, Mommer? “Baby gator, doot doot. Doot! Doot!”

  6. I’m a bit too far from the bayou for this type of critter, but my cats bring home all sorts of “friends.” In the spring nursing mother raccoons and possums fill up on cat chow on the front porch.

    Once their kids have gotten the idea the moms disappear into the woods for a well-earned rest. Of course, by the time the hormones are rising in the spring they have forgotten the consequences of you-know-what and soon bring their latest crop of little ones around.

    They get along just fine with the cats. In fact, I suspect that at least one of the cats has invited them to share their dry food.

    I figure two or three more generations and this area will have raccoons that meow, like their friends the cats.

  7. Cute little fellow. I know it is illegal now but, I remember when they sold the baby gators at the state fair! Oh heck, I just gave away my age.

  8. They found a 4 foot gator about 20 miles from here in a ditch a couple of nights ago. Made us all miss you guys! If we have many more earthquake and tornadoes you may very well have new neighbors! At least with hurricanes you get a warning!

  9. Dear Bayou Woman, Captain Wendy, Camp Proprietor, et. al.,
    I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for cleaning out your email INBOX and finding a receipt for the book you ordered on October 14th. I’m not sure who inspired you to order this book about writing memoirs. But if you ever remember where you heard about the book and what inspired you to want to read it, please let me know.

    Sincerely,
    W.W. Billiot (aspiring author)

      1. AH HA! That book wouldn’t be by the esteemed William Zinsser, would it? If so, I may know who was raving about it enough to move you to purchase it. 😉

        1. No, Linda. It is by Marion Roach something or other, and I’m almost finished with it. The whole time I’m reading, I’m so distracted trying to remember why I ordered it. I know that sounds strange, but it helps me know as to what level I should be studying versus just reading, and I know you understand that. Interesting thing is how much I think of your writing while I am reading what she’s teaching . . . . one day . . . .I will learn to write better!

        2. No, Linda. It is by Marion Roach something or other, and I’m almost finished with it. The whole time I’m reading, I’m so distracted trying to remember why I ordered it. I know that sounds strange, but it helps me know as to what level I should be studying versus just reading, and I know you understand that. Interesting thing is how much I think of your writing while I am reading what she’s teaching . . . . one day . . . .I will learn to write better!

  10. Off subject again. I just wanted to say that I taped Ascension Outdoors Sun., then went out of town for 2 days. I did manage to watch the show yesterday afternoon. Good show. Just wish I could get down there to catch a few of those “Yellow mouths” myself. WAY, WAY OFF SUBJECT…I came across a Fruit cake in the freezer yesterday with your name on it! It’s about time to make them again…I’ll put a fresh one in there for you!

      1. Jeez, you don’t want much, do you? The smile and a fruit cake aren’t a problem , but I can’t help with a DVD though. You’ll have to talk to Tar Baby about that. My “box” (from my provider) will only let me copy to VCR after hooking one up to it. Being technologically challenged, Hubby would have to do that…I can’t see THAT happening!

        1. I was just giving you a hard time! Tar Baby is sending me a DVD, and you might want to erase that recording anyway ; ) But you’re not off the hook about the fruit cake! I might just have to come up there and get it. And oh, the trout bite is still OFF. I am so puzzled because the water is GORGEOUS in the lake right now.

          1. Got to be the crazy weather we’re having. The temps just aren’t stable. Winter like temps one day and the next day it’s Summer again.

  11. Yeah well ok I forget….

    Getting really healthy might have to come down for a three hour tour soon. Probably needed these needles 5 years ago…

    You take anybody out fly fishing yet?

  12. My husband finds them in the skimmers of swimming pools now and then. He tries to save them if he can. The pool chemicals will kill them if they’re in there long.

  13. I haven’t had an alligator in my yard since Katrina, but in case I do–and it’s smaller than the 4 – 5 footers that have visited before–I’ll remember the tummy-rub thing.