Lean, mean and green

So a while ago, Candice and I were reading Outdoor magazine and discovered an article about the top ten adventures a person should experience in the continental US. Listed in the article, were many adrenaline inducing experiences but only one that got us really excited, you guessed it...female bodybuilding. Unfortunately, Candice hates fake tanners, so we went with our second favorite- alligator wrestling class. Luckily, the school/gator farm is located in Southern Colorado. A few hours drive from our crib and we were greeted by the american version of crocodile dundee, we were kinda pissed that he wasn't packing a huge knife but his outfit seemed promising .






After signing our lives away, we were thrown to the gators-literally. Dundee explains that they will try to bite you and to be quick and grab a tail, then explosively subdue the head with both hands-if you hesitate you may lose a finger or worse. A scout master in a previous class lost a finger. Luckily the gators you start grappling with are small, less than three feet head to tail. After you get that down you start in shallow water and wrestle larger gators. After a while, you're sparring with big gators in waist-deep, murky water. I wasn't wearing shoes and as I would walk through the gator infested swamp I would accidently step on the beasts. You could feel them moving all around you. I like to think that I can handle a lot but I was seriously freaked out at times. I forgot to mention that the gator farm is so non-corporate. Yeah, you sign a waiver but apart from that it's so mom and pop in both a great and terrfying way. Great, that you can interact with such amazing animals but bad in the fact homeboy instructor will just take off for a while and leave you with a million man-eating dragons hissing at you like a bunch of barnyard banshees. At the very end we had to use a rope to pull in "Fluffy,"the 700lb gator who lives in his own lake. It was like trying to reel in a blue whale with a fishing rod, so tiring. Finally, we got him in and we got to grab his jaws and play a bit. He was so mellow it wasn't as scary as the smaller more agile gators that try and bite you-and they can if you're not focused and speedy. Killer instinct is a must for any gator wrastler. We didn't record too much but I did throw a couple of clips together. Enjoy.





If I look tired here it's because I was. Gators are so strong that I was pulled into the water after I had thought that I had wrapped the big lizard up. As a result, my shins and feet were shredded



It really was a rad time had by all. According to Dundee guy, it's the only school for gator wrastlin' in the country. I highly recommend the class. One bonus is that while you pin/subdue the animal, dundee is able to medically treat them for any bites, missing limbs or diseases they may have-so everyone can feel warm and fuzzy about the whole operation.