“Florida: On the one hand, no personal income tax. On the other hand…”
When I was in high school in south Florida, the running joke was that somebody had forgotten to tell the alligators they were an endangered species. The state or the feds or somebody passed a no-hunting law, and all of a sudden every water hazard and pond had its resident gator. Back then, a six-footer was a big one. This fellow may have been around since then for all I know. Apparently the golf course staff consider him a mascot, he does no harm. Though I wouldn’t be surprised to learn he’s responsible for quite a few missing dogs…
He got to be that size because we feed him all the tourists who complain about Florida weather.
As a guy that plays the royal and ancient game that takes golf hazards to a whole new level.