The old one

The gator slammed on its brakes mere feet from me, clouds of silt billowing from the pond’s bottom as I shrieked and scrambled up the pond bank — not unlike the baboons I’d watched shrieking and scrambling from Nile crocodiles in so many nature documentaries -- dragging that hapless bass behind me.

Published in HATCH magazine

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