Folks, basically, I’m a live and let live sort of bloke; except for crocodiles. In their case, I’d quite happily shoot the lot and let God try living with them.
Apparently, this viewpoint is not very politically correct nowadays.
Still, I’d be the first to admit that I’m a bit of a caveman when it comes to living near dangerous beasties. Frankly, if it can eat you, then ‘get it before it gets you’ is my motto.
So, last week, when I saw the photo of the massive, saltwater croc that had been shot near Rockhampton, my first thought was, “Fine, one less lizard to worry about.”
Not that I’d have been too worried by it anyway, because the last place I’m going to swim is in a saltwater creek, or river, anywhere north of, say, Hobart (just to be sure).
Basically, the only thing I have to worry about is sharks, and shark attacks can usually be avoided by swimming in the middle of large packs of splashing kids.
Yet, while we kill sharks by the hundreds each day, someone shoots a crocodile that’s nearly twenty feet long, and it’s described as the murder of an ‘iconic’ animal. Obviously, Queensland’s crocodiles have hired an excellent press agent, because there was no mention of it having the potential to turn some hapless swimmer into floating chunks of minced meat.
Now, the shooters’ intentions may have been honourable, but the authorities take a pretty dim view of show offs with guns, and you may be surprised to know that I agree with them.
Folks, there may be ‘iconic’ monsters lurking under our waters, but the last thing we need is amateur vigilantes patrolling the waterways blasting away at anything that moves.
I know which one is far deadlier to live with…