Pictures





                                          Do you see the back window of this home? It is perched
                                          over a ravine. According to what my informant told
                                          me about ten years ago her grandmother looked out
                                          that window, which is about eight feet from the
                                          ground, and saw a Bigfoot staring at her. This was in
                                          Alachua City, Florida.                                         

                                         This is Midge, one of the three dogs who follow me
                                          around. She is a rescue and is very shy but extremely
                                          aggressive if a fight breaks out. Then she becomes
                                          another personna, and it is very hard to make her
                                          let go of the other dog.


This is Abby, Midge's sister, who is about 140 pounds. She lets you

know that she appreciates you by wagging her tail a lot but like Midge

she turns into a Mr. Hyde as soon as other dogs get into a fight.

                                                                                   
                                          This is the third dog of my crew, Tuk-Tuk. A rescued dog, he is
                                           very anxious and continually on the go. If you even speak to him sternly,
                                           he begins peeing. He is my shadow, constantly pushing to be pet.

                                          Here is another view of Abby.

                                          Tuk-Tuk is constantly hunting and a year ago killed
                                           a cottonmouth in front of me. Tuk-Tuk grabbed the snake
                                           below its head and violently twisted to the left. This resulted
                                           in the snake's head hurtling about six feet to the right of the
                                           of the dog and the rest of the body flopping onto the left side
                                           of Tuk-Tuk. I walked over to the cottonmouth's seperated head,
                                           and the head actually moved around in a circle as I walked
                                           around it. The head also made several cottomouth displays at
                                           me before it died. It was a very unusual event.

                                         This is a tree limb that fell off during a storm and stuck
                                          into the ground. I worry that the dogs will be hit by these
                                          pieces of wood.
                                          

Here we have a wild gator coming out of a swamp in January to

sun himself. Same gator below.