We were wading and taking turns pulling the little flats boat. Neither of us had had a bite in three hours. I was in a spot just over my waist, and my partner had the boat about 300 yards away. I'd just made a cast when something slammed into me. I never saw him, just felt his teeth dig into my hip and I knew exactly what he was. The force of the hit knocked me hard, almost off my feet, and I thought for sure I was going under. A gator doesn't kill by biting, you know. He drags you down, does his death roll, drowns you, and then stashes his prey someplace where it won't float up until it's nice and rotten.