5 yr old ate by Croc!

[TJJJ]

Did you see the article where a 5 yr old was ate by a crocodile in Australia? He was outside his back yard with his 7 yr old brother! His parents asked that the croc be spared!

I would be owning a pair of Croc shoes!

[soldoutochrist]

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,494290,00.html

Wow.

[pelathais]

I didn't see where they asked the croc to be spared- to respect their privacy. That's a horrible tragedy.

[TJJJ]

Originally Posted by pelathais

I didn't see where they asked the croc to be spared- to respect their privacy. That's a horrible tragedy.

The article that I had read said they had. Let me see if I can find the link again.

[TJJJ]

HERE IS THE STORY!!

Police confirm 5-year-old boy killed by crocodile
February 17th, 2009 @ 6:14pm
By ROD McGUIRK
Associated Press Writer


CANBERRA, Australia (AP) - Police confirmed that a boy who vanished from an Australian river edge was attacked and eaten by a crocodile.

Remains of 5-year-old Jeremy Doble were found in the stomach of a 14-foot (4.3-meter) male crocodile trapped in the flooded Daintree River _ an international attraction for ecotourists _ near where the boy had vanished on Feb. 8, a police statement said late Tuesday.

Jeremy had been playing with his 7-year-old brother Ryan and their dog behind their family property in a flooded mangrove swamp when he disappeared. Ryan told police that he saw a crocodile immediately afterward but did not see an attack.

A 10-foot (3-meter) female crocodile was trapped last week but later released after a surgical procedure found no evidence that it had been responsible for the attack.

The killer crocodile, whose stomach contents were similarly examined by a non-lethal surgical procedure, will be sent to a crocodile farm or zoo, the Queensland state government said Wednesday in a statement. It will not be released into the wild.

The victim's parents, who run a crocodile-spotting tourism business, have declined media interviews.

The Courier-Mail newspaper reported that the parents asked authorities not to kill the culprit, which was the dominant male in that part of the river.

[TJJJ]

His parents are croc spotters for tourists. Can you imagine them after this? Crocs are protected there! Crazy!

There is a author named Peter Capstick who wrote about crocs in a book called "Death in the long grass". That is an amazing book about that type of stuff.

[pelathais]

We were out "Croc Spotting" once - alligators actually. In the colder winter months up here in the mountains the alligators all seek out warm thermal pools around the headwaters of the Rio Grande.

They all come down from the mountains, fat from eating mule deer and stray cattle. The snow in the Rockies is scarred with the tracks of their slithering bellies as the move into the valley to soak up what little winter sun there is.

Once, I was coming up on one of these pools of natural warm water - it's never really hot and the hippies like to use them for hot tubs when the gators aren't around. Anyway, I had my youngest son sort of riding piggyback up on my shoulders - just to keep him up and to also keep track of where he was. We crept up to the small pond and the alligators were just pretty much laying around lethargic - it was maybe in the 30's Fahrenheit.

In the winter they get real lazy and slow up here because it's so cold. I've seen snow and icicles on them and you wonder if they're dead but you don't want to just go up and kick one, not even the hippies are that stupid. Anyway, I felt pretty safe so I took my son off my shoulders and stood him up in front of me - he was about 3 or so.

Immediately, the biggest gator across the pond shook himself and in a single smooth slither was in the water and propelling himself right at us with that huge broad tail stroking back and forth. I snatched my son and put him back up on my shoulders and took several quick steps back from the water. The gator just sort of coasted to a stop in the water like he had died on the spot. But I was mad - my heart was pounding. I'll never forget that sensation - it was primal.

Somehow I touched something very ancient and primitive in myself that day. I realized later that by putting my small son on the ground I had actually triggered a "feed" impulse in the alligator. At first, we were just some huge and awkward looking animal - too big for the gator to mess with. But when it saw my son on the ground something triggered and it swooped in for a kill.

At the very same moment something triggered in me. Not in my brain, but throughout my torso. I immediately hated that animal and wanted to kill it. I wanted to put my son back in the truck and wade out there and just beat that thing to death. It was all very animal - for both me and the gator.

But growing up around such wild things I think my son has learned a good respect for dangerous animals and to be careful when the Rocky Mountain gators migrate into the valley.

[TJJJ]

Originally Posted by pelathais

We were out "Croc Spotting" once - alligators actually. In the colder winter months up here in the mountains the alligators all seek out warm thermal pools around the headwaters of the Rio Grande.

They all come down from the mountains, fat from eating mule deer and stray cattle. The snow in the Rockies is scarred with the tracks of their slithering bellies as the move into the valley to soak up what little winter sun there is.

Once, I was coming up on one of these pools of natural warm water - it's never really hot and the hippies like to use them for hot tubs when the gators aren't around. Anyway, I had my youngest son sort of riding piggyback up on my shoulders - just to keep him up and to also keep track of where he was. We crept up to the small pond and the alligators were just pretty much laying around lethargic - it was maybe in the 30's Fahrenheit.

In the winter they get real lazy and slow up here because it's so cold. I've seen snow and icicles on them and you wonder if they're dead but you don't want to just go up and kick one, not even the hippies are that stupid. Anyway, I felt pretty safe so I took my son off my shoulders and stood him up in front of me - he was about 3 or so.

Immediately, the biggest gator across the pond shook himself and in a single smooth slither was in the water and propelling himself right at us with that huge broad tail stroking back and forth. I snatched my son and put him back up on my shoulders and took several quick steps back from the water. The gator just sort of coasted to a stop in the water like he had died on the spot. But I was mad - my heart was pounding. I'll never forget that sensation - it was primal.

Somehow I touched something very ancient and primitive in myself that day. I realized later that by putting my small son on the ground I had actually triggered a "feed" impulse in the alligator. At first, we were just some huge and awkward looking animal - too big for the gator to mess with. But when it saw my son on the ground something triggered and it swooped in for a kill.

At the very same moment something triggered in me. Not in my brain, but throughout my torso. I immediately hated that animal and wanted to kill it. I wanted to put my son back in the truck and wade out there and just beat that thing to death. It was all very animal - for both me and the gator.

But growing up around such wild things I think my son has learned a good respect for dangerous animals and to be careful when the Rocky Mountain gators migrate into the valley.

Rocky Mountain Gators HUH?

Alright Pel, I'll bite!

Tell me more about these Rocky Mount Gators in the Rio Grande!

[Pragmatist]

Alligator farm in Colorado

http://www.sfaol.com/mccord/alligators.html

[Sister Alvear]

I don't like alligators...have baptized people in streams where they were present...thank the Lord for His angel of protection.