especially OCEAN salt water!

If the crocodiles can do it, why not alligators?

The saltwater crocodile (Crocodylus porosus) is also widely known by the common names, estuarine or Indo-Pacific crocodile, more rarely or informally referred to as the saltie, marine or sea-going crocodile.[2] This species is the largest of all living reptiles, as well as the largest terrestrial and riparian predator in the world. The males of this species can reach sizes up to 6.3 m (20.7 ft) and weigh up to 1,360 kg (3,000 lb).[3] However, an adult male saltwater crocodile is generally between 4.3 and 5.2 m (14 and 17 ft) in length and weighs 400 to 1,000 kg (880–2,200 lb), rarely growing larger.[4] Females are much smaller and often do not surpass 3 m (9.8 ft). As its name implies, this species of crocodile can live in salt water, but usually resides in mangrove swamps, estuaries, deltas, lagoons, and lower stretches of rivers. They have the broadest distribution of any modern crocodile, ranging from the eastern coast of India, throughout most of Southeast Asia,

The saltwater crocodile is a formidable and opportunistic hypercarnivorous, apex, ambush predator. It is capable of taking almost any animal that enters its territory, including fish, crustaceans, reptiles, birds and mammals, including other predators. Due to their size and distribution, saltwater crocodiles are the most dangerous extant crocodilian to humans.

Nice pic, MoonRiver. What's with the little moussie thing besides the happy camper's smile? Is his tail caught under a jowl?

Maybe some flesh ripping apparatus. They are definitely killing machines. Every year drunk tourists fail to heed the warnings, which are everywhere, about late night swimming in murky, crock infested waters. Of course many of them then get taken down, literally, by these guys. The salties just lie in wait for their expected meals. Can't fix stupid, but the salties try!

There are crocodile traps in many places. Once a croc is caught, it is relocated. But that doesn't stop these idiots.

http://www.ntnews.com.au/news/northern-territory/croc-trap-fools-tempt-fate-just-days-after-fatal-territory-attack/story-fnk0b1zt-1227019786653

while drunk.

I left pawley's island just yesterday...glad I missed that fellow.

I'd take the croc. Here's a well known tourist attraction around Darwin (Northern Territory, Australia).

http://www.ntnews.com.au/news/northern-territory/monster-croc-snacks-on-surprised-shark/story-fnk0b1zt-1227014566443

I have posted this before (posted by permission from the author):

............of an out-of-work naturalist in Florida who finds a job online as curator of an obscure museum of extinct reptiles at the edge of the Everglades. The naturalist enters the museum for the first time, and sees only lifelike replicas of huge pre-historic alligators. He looks around for whoever it is that hired him over the internet, and calls out “anybody here?”

The answer comes in a gruff voice, “of course there’s somebody here, Einstein. Who do you think hired ya?” The naturalist sees no one, though he does notice computer screens and keyboards strewn around the floor near the outsized alligator replicas. “Well, then, you wanna stop playing hide and seek, show me around and explain my duties?” calls the naturalist.

“How much more in plain sight do we have to get, fer cryin’ out loud? What do we gotta do, chomp yer leg off for a little attention?”

The tail of one huge reptile swishes, and the naturalist realizes he is being addressed by the immense prehistoric alligators who are by no means replicas. Instead, it turns out that they are talking relics from a bygone age, who have become internet savvy, and are trying to survive in a world they are positive would either kill them or imprison them if they knew the species had survived and evolved.

The naturalist is amazed they can talk, and, after getting over his initial shock, remarks that they have a weird accent. One gator says, “Listen here, until three hundred years ago or so, we all spoke only Seminole, don’t get all grammar-Nazi on us, OK?”

The naturalist can’t believe what he is seeing and hearing. “I’m being asked to play nursemaid to a bunch of web-surfing monsters!”

One of the gators snaps back, “Look, kid, I’m 125 years old and don’t need no nursemaid. Bet you don’t know a lot of 125-year-old mammals, do ya? Don’t bother to answer. We looked it up. If you’ll pardon the expression, ‘there ain’t no such animal.’” Some gator laughter. “How old are you, anyway?”

The new curator answers, “Thirty-three.”

“Hell, you’ve barely hatched. But with all the crap they’re dumping into the swamps here, we do need fresh water brought in regularly, and the occasional steak—raw, if you don’t mind. And watch the ‘monsters’ references, would ya? We get enough nasty comments from the paying visitors. We don’t need them from you, although we are rather thick-skinned, come to think of it.” The other gators all chuckle at his “wit.”

The gator continues, “Hey, all those Amazonian anacondas and Nile monitor lizards set out in the ‘Glades’ by those stupid pet owners? How many more of them do you think would be out there without a little thinning out by us, eh? But we can only go out at night. We never had to worry about the Seminoles and their bows and arrows, and the Spaniards with their stupid blunderbusses couldn’t hit sand on a beach. But you guys and your elephant guns? Those things can kill even us, and when it comes to ourselves, we’re strongly ‘pro-life,’ if you get my drift. Our skin may be thick, but it ain’t that thick. I’d tell ya to read my lips, but we gators are a little light in the lip department, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

Laughter, or something close to it, from the other gators. The naturalist asks his new employers how they finance their “museum,” and one of them replies, “Your predecessor taught us about computers, got us a few, and connected us to the internet. We hacked into the U.S. Treasury and skim one cent a year off every tax return in the US. Piece of cake, and they write it off as an error caused by a computer glitch. Lazy bastards can’t be bothered to track us down. It doesn’t exactly have Warren Buffett looking over his shoulder, but it’s enough to live on. Our last curator passed away last month, and we needed a replacement. Tag, you’re it. We don’t have to spell out for ya that no bank would let any of us make a withdrawal from the museum’s expense account even if we did have photo I.D.”

They ain't as dumb as people think.

a surfing 'gator. LOL

Ain't that rare at all really.

Oh. Sorry, CatWoman. Wipe oooooooout!

...climb a fence.