Brothers, I am fixing to testify.

I waked my uncle not two weeks ago. Now when I showed up at the house there was not a car in sight. It was all pickups, SUVS, and in my dad's case a van. The wake? Pretty much the same. It was an assembly of hippie left wing rednecks from Gainesville (home of UF, where my uncle was a counselor and taught a class on wilderness survival). The family got liquored up going over old family photos of growing up in the Everglades in the '40s and '50s, and what it was like being the sons of a forester on a swamp logging operation. Then, of course, everyone, sons, daughters, stepsons and grand kids decided to show off their guns. Lord, Dianne Feinstein and Michael Bloomberg would have had an aneurysm at the amount of hardware produced from people's pockets, much less the stuff that was "in the car". My favorite was my cousin Lucy, now 24 that I hadn't seen since she was 10 pulling a Smith .357 out of her purse.

So, on the way back to my dad's house in Naples, I was in full "Dukes of Hazard" and proud of it mind set. And what did I spy off I-75? There, in the booming metropolis of Micannoppee was a bill board reading "REAL FIRE WORKS".
Now perhaps some members of this board have more self restraint than I, but it was inevitable that I pulled over. And I bought some bottle rockets and I was going to buy some M-60s (just so I could blow my fingers off like our mothers warned us). But the good Ol' boy running the place sold me these underwater firecrackers instead at only $5 per 100. They are waterproof and sink.
Now given that I live in the glades, and fish off my dock (which I unwillingly share with a gator of about 7 feet) these are what the doctor ordered. Today the SOB was on my dock ladder, resting his head on the top step. Two of those things dropped about five feet behind him? It was like some one set off a depth charge. I have never seen a gator move that fast in my life. Straight up redneck, and I ain't apologizing either.
