Shortly after purchasing the canoe a few short years ago, we put in on the Colorado River at the Bay City park for a leisurely float. I forget if it was supposed to be 3 hours or 4, but we finished an hour ahead of time. While alternately paddling and resting, I had a sudden thought. Turning (carefully) to my husband, I asked, "Oh, are their any alligators in the river?" He answered as he pointed with his paddle, "Sure. There's a six-footer over there on the bank."
"WHAT?!" Near panic set in. Canoes are notoriously unstable. My paddle never once dried during the remainder of the trip. Sam had to make me head to shore for lunch. Since I sat the front of the canoe (all nautical terms have deserted me), I had to step out and drag the canoe on the bank. I had to put my foot in alligator infested waters! After eating, he had to make me get back in the canoe...I was ready to walk until I remembered that an alligator can outrun a human on dry land. Back in the canoe...steadily paddling...not a leisurely float.
All of a sudden, as I was dipping my paddle in the water, the water churned just as my hand was on the lowest part of the downsweep...right beside that said hand. I jerked and yelled. Sam said the whole canoe jerked. A fish had turned over on the water's surface. Sam laughed. I steamed.
You know. I finally figured it out. If an alligator dumped us, I did not have to outswim the alligator...I just had to outswim my husband!
I did get the final laugh. Sam had purchased a brimmed hat at Academy that had a mesh top. The top of his head was sunburned.