It amazes me every time I see it just how nonchalant they are about catching, killing and pulling these gators onto their boats. It shows me once again the differences in cultures, perceptions, and what we consider normal in our everyday lives.
Just a sidebar: I went golfing at Hilton Head a few summers ago. As usual I hit one into the weeds/swamp. Being a fairly adventurous soul, I ventured to the weeds with a "Sandy" to try and find and chunk it out. As I got to the edge of the weeds-water, something huge moved. Well maybe it wasn't a 10 foot gator, maybe even an 8 footer, but there were alligators nearby. After I changed my DEPENDS, I vowed never again that day to search for a lost ball. Swamp people would have come in handy. Braver souls than I, even the women-folk.