Trappers haul in a gator suspected of attacking a Polk County man.

Well, I'd love to say that I feel pity for this person, but I'd be a liar. Classic case of getting what you deserve.

Is the alligator OK?

The alligator is going to be cut open to retrieve the body parts- why I dont know. I blogged this story too and found out some interesting things. The largest alligator currently in captivity is just over 13 feet, only 16 inches larger than this huge gator. This animal weighed between 450 and 600 pounds.

Am I wrong to wonder who will be paying the medical expenses?

Jay,
I wonder what PETA would say if that human got eaten and the alligator a second hand high from the crack.

Don't you believe a word of it.

We was jez fishin'...

Amos Moses
Jerry Reed

Yay! Here comes Amos!
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun.
He lived by hisself in the swamp.
He hunted alligator for a livin';
He'd just knock them in the head with a stump.
The Louisiana law gonna get you, Amos.
It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy!

Now everybody blamed his old man
For making him mean as a snake:
When Amos Moses was a boy
His daddy would use him for alligator bait- Tie a rope around his waist and throw him in the swamp! (Ha-ha-ha!) Alligator bait in the Louisiana bayou!
About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana Lived a man called Doc Mills South and his pretty wife Hannah.
Well, they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries- Named him after a man of the cloth; Called him Amos Moses. (Yay! Ha-ha!)

Now the folks around south Louisiana
Said Amos was a hell of a man-
He could trap the biggest, the meanest alligator And just use one hand.
That's all he got left 'cau' de alligator bit it! (Ha-ha-ha!) Left arm gone clean up to the elbow!

Well the sheriff caught wind that Amos
Was in the swamp trappin' alligator skin, So he snuck in the swamp: "Gonna get de boy,"
But he never came out again.
Well, I wonder where the Louisiana sheriff went to . . .
Well you can sure get lost in the Louisiana bayou!
About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana Lived a cat called Doc Mills South and his pretty wife Hannah.
Well, they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries- Named him after a man of the cloth; Called him Amos Moses!

Sit down on 'em, Amos!
Make it count, son!
About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana . . .

He may not live but he will definately sue.

That alligator would be an awesome addition to any police department's vice squad.

perhaps he should wear clothing next time...