Stan,
When my wife was a little girl, she said her father used to love to fish on the Okee. He had a little wooden rowboat with a not very reliable old Evinrude on it, so most of the time he would just row it. The man would come home and tell them stories about how how he used to have to smack gator on the nose with his paddle to keep them from stealing the perch that he'd caught.
Think about that .... a man alone, in a little wooden rowboat, smackin gator with his paddle! I never knew him, but I wish I had. He must have been tougher than a pine knot.
Ken