We’re not in Idaho anymore…

There are some things in life that just can’t be experienced sitting in the safety of an armchair, within the protected confines of a lovely living room in middle America…
With C2F anchored in 10 feet of water, about 100 yards off the beautiful Playa La Ropa, within Bahia Zihuatenejo, Deidre and I decided to paddle board to our usual spot on the beach, and go for a hike. With nice, little waves rolling onto the beach, I was excited about catching one and riding it in to the end. As we were approaching the beginning of the break (about 25 yards from shore), I started to notice the fairly large crowd, which appeared to include some cops/search and rescue types gathered on the beach directly in front of us. With a building set of waves coming that I wanted/needed to pay attention to, I somehow was able to notice that the crowd was trying to tell us not to come in. “What? Why?” We’re my first two thoughts. “Here comes a big wave”, says Deidre, at exactly the same time that I realize what is going on…
Letting the wave slip under my feet, I try and calmly paddle the board away from the shore and even more calmly explain to Deidre that the crowd is telling us there is a crocodile in the water and we need to paddle away from there. After a quick “shriek”, we gathered ourselves and paddled up the beach to a safer landing area. Once on the beach we heard all the various stories as to how dangerous and/or totally tame that particular Croc was. Well, tame or not, there is no need to try and surf over one.
We went for our hike over to Playa Principal (the main beach directly in front of Zihuatenejo). Beautiful town and area! When we returned to Playa La Ropa, the crowd had settled down some, but the search and rescue folks were still on the scene, tracking the croc. We watched for a while, then the time came to head back to the boat. With cocktails in hand, and the beach cloaked in darkness, we were lucky enough to be able to watch the large reptile become apprehended.
As you can maybe imagine, the men put in charge of trapping the croc weren’t armed with guns, tranquilizer’s, or cages. All they had was a 10′-12′ long piece of bamboo with a line on the end (to try and loop around the croc’s mouth), a flashlight, some mad skills, and some “grande cojones”. Watching from the safety of Cat2Fold, we heard a large splash, some yelling and a saw a bright flashlight light up the beach. 3-4 men were able to get the loop around the croc’s mouth and drag it up out of the water and onto the beach. With all the squirming and wrestling going on, the croc appeared to become free from the snare around its mouth. That’s when “super-bad-ass-croc-hunter-man” among men stepped onto the stage. With all the other croc-hunters wearing black uniforms and boots, this guy with shorts, tee shirt and no shoes calmly removed his tee shirt, placed it directly on the crocs head, waited about one second, then jumped on the crocs back. There didn’t appear to be much of a fight at that point. Maybe because the croc could feel the coconut sized cojones this guy obviously had, or maybe he was just done fighting. Our super hero just laid down on the croc, reached over his head and held the mouth closed while the other guys tied it securely.
There was a lot of camera flashes and posing going on for the next few minutes. Then the team dragged the huge beast up the beach and disappeared into the darkness. We’re still not sure if that croc was put into a refuge, or onto a dinner plate, but we both feel lucky to have witnessed such an event that you never really get to see up in the mountains of Idaho.

One thought on “We’re not in Idaho anymore…

  1. Great viewing for you guys. Definitely not something to be seen in Idaho or Maine. Be safe and enjoy all there is to see and do. Love ya.

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