"Scott looks at the traps sitting in the back of the truck. Big ones. These guys are after gators. The lines, hooks and rope are the only thing used t... catch gators. Remembering his big brother, Mike, trying to catch him a baby gator he laughs."You guys going for alligators?"The driver nods."Yep, we got a license this year. So we're legal. You know about gators?"Scott nods his head."Yea, sure do. My family moved to Cameron when I was 14. My big brother tried to catch me a baby gator before he. She watched a hand trace through the cavernous space between the breasts in the mirror. Lifting a single breast, the hand estimated its weight and density. Mairead figured it more than a bag of sugar, but probably not so much as two. Youthful perkiness had lasted but a moment for Mairead. Blossoming early, she wore a C cup before finishing middle school. In those days, jealous girls accused her of bra-stuffing and pubescent guys looked for ways to ‘accidentally’ bump into her whenever they. It didnt take long before she went up and started to look for her swimsuit. After a while she asked if I had it in my trunk, and I said no, it was you who packed I said. Ok, then you dont have any swimpants or shorts either she said. I can use my underwaer I said, as jeans will be to hot in an hour..I have no underwear to use she said, and my heart was jumping....There is no one around so I can go naked if you dont mind she said. I was about to die, when I said a quiet ok no problem..Two. We loaded them into the car and off we went.Being that we live so far north and it was the middle of January, it was blistering cold outside. Not quite freezing, but still in the low 40s. It’d be colder in the mountains but perfect camping weather.After a three hour drive, we got to the spot where we always park our car. We got out, gathered our equipment and had a quick bite to eat, before we started the five hour hike to where we do our camping. It’s a long hike but the view of the peaceful.