Choot Em!

 Ok, so you know how my favorite show on TV is Swamp People? What . . . you didn't know that about me? 

yeah, huh, well . . . it is. 

I know, right, you totally never would have guessed that about me, but it's true. 

It's OK, you can laugh a little. 

It's kinda funny. 

Well it's not that funny - you don't need to laugh like that. 

Whatever, I'm moving on with my story. 

So back to the Swampage - I love it. 

CANNOT get enough of watching people shoot (choot) alligators. You know it's going to be the same people in the same swamp 

(in the same clothing every episode - weird) 

shooting alligators but it doesn't get old.

I thought no one understood the awesomeness of this but me. So when I heard that The Landrys 

(look them up, they are kind of like Swamp Royalty) 

were going to be at the Cabela's opening, I went a little loopy. I could not wait to get my picture taken and dork out over meeting Mr. Choot 'Em 

(again, look this up - you are going to have to know about this). 

HOWEVER, I had to beg and plead for someone to take me. 

No one in my family wanted to be a part of this phenomenon with me. In the end, it was my dad 

(NOT my husband, take note) 

who loved me enough to drive me 25 miles on a Saturday afternoon during March Madness to take my picture with two of the greatest alligator hunters on the bayou. 

When we got there, my heart broke a little. 

The line was over a quarter mile long. 

It wound through the store and into the parking lot. 

There was no way he was going to wait in THAT line, even for his favorite child. 

So we did the next best thing.

 I wiped the single teardrop from my eye, trudged into the store, and elbowed as close to the autograph table as I could without being bitten (gummed) by the toothless gawkers who also share my affinity for Swamp People. 

One of these things just doesn't belong . . . it's me! 

I didn't get to meet them, but as I was wending my way through the racks of camo bikinis I realized that I was able to be within 10 feet (about the size of a 900 pound gator) of them. 

Not too bad, this, not too bad. 

Choot Em!