After drying off and finding calmer water, I was ready to jump in for a wakeskate session. That’s when a man fishing from shore yelled over at us. “There’s a 10-footer in there!” Needless to say, after my dream the night before, we continued further down the river to look for a different spot. That lead us to a no wake zone with a small spillway. Parks had packed a 350-foot rope, so we figured we should see if we could make it happen. As I walked up into the top pond, I realized there were at least three alligators hanging out, the biggest of which looked to be about 8 foot. I looked over at Bear for some advice. “Smash that wakeskate on the water and scare em off!” exclaimed, “Let’s get this clip!” In a moment of pure hype I smashed my wakeskate so hard my ears rang. I looked up at the alligator expecting to see him rip out of the way. Instead, he looked over at me like we all look at the parents of a screaming baby on an airplane. Then he went underwater. The fear was back, but I did my best to push it aside, and after a few hits we got the clip. A bit further down the river we found more glassy water and Grubb was able to ride next to a massive barge for some really cool shots.