As I reacted I couldn't help but admire the vicious beauty of the animal. I grabbed just below his front legs and wrapped my arms around tightly, twisted side to side. My cheek lost some skin on his knobby hide. The gator aborted its attack to go on the defensive, bucking powerfully, clawing the motherfuck out of my arm. I held tight, wrapped my legs around his body, limiting movement of the tail with my boots. The gator rolled and convulsed, trying to dislodge the python constricting him.
At that point two very profound things occurred. #1, I needed air. And #2, the amphetamines kicked in. Because the d**g came on so strong, it took precedence, and I didn't really care about needing oxygen.
Folks, let me tell you. I don't recommend you try wrestling with a three hundred pound leather en
