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There were several ponds and creeks or streams that when passing
something could always be seen, if you were quiet when approaching.
If you took time and could sit for a while under a tree, all kinds of
wildlife would walk, run or fly nearby. If you sat real still often
times they wouldn't see you. In the late forties, while walking down
the road, I noticed something swimming from under the bridge. I later
saw it was a ’gator about 5 to 6 feet long. Never could get a good
close up look at him, really I was afraid to try to get very close.
Yes, by now I knew what a gator looked like, and I also knew from
teachings to keep away from them, because they are a reptile and
cannot be trained and they are-a predator and can be dangerous
animals.

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