The White Crocodile
85A Long time ago
Back when i was twelve-Fifteen?!
I found a copy of this story in some really old papers-I wrote this back in high school. Recently when I was looking for something and found this little "gem". I have changed some things due to reality constraints. here we go....
It was a rainy and hot that day in the jungle as it often is. Bounty Hunter Jack Allister Weldon, but everyone called him JAWS. He wore the nickname like a badge of honor. He always felt he was just like a shark dangerous, unpredictable and hungry for a fight. When JAWS, GOT IN A SCRAP HE ALWAYS CAME OUT ALIVE ON TOP AND HIS OPPONANT/PREY WAS ALWAYS LEFT BLOODY.
JAWS was hunting today for wild boar along the banks of an upper Nile tributary in the darkest region of Africa. But JAWS knew he was not alone especially near the rivers edge, besides his faithful guide Mutu Ombari nickname -"MO". So JAWS N MO had been on all types of hunts and knew the splashes and plopps in the river were most likely the river Camen- Alligator.
alligators like to hunt by stealth along the rivers edge using stealth and surprise to snare their victems. As JAWS n Mo came to a slight clearing they saw the massive hog by the water. The giant pig was drinking until the men came into the clearing he looked up gave a huff to the men...Just as he looked up toward the men as the hog took his eyes off the water - suddenly there was a violent splash- and roll of white whater- . it was the top dog killer of the river lands. It was the crocodile - and he had a taste for bacon..Chomp chomp- the boar was gone iunder the water that now was stained red with boar blood- the men waked over to the murder scene during the lightning attack of the reptile allot of sand was thrashed off the beach- exposing a previously unseen treasure. The strugle had kocked sand off a clotch of crocodile eggs. Just as they came upon them, they started to hatch tens of little buggers racing to the pond. All of a sudden a little flash of white caught their eye it was an albino croc. JAWS picked it up and it squealed. He poked it in the stomach it hissed and squeaked JAWS poked it and laughed
"Whats a matter mate callin for mum?"
He poked it again this time the little croc snapped and cught his hand giving him a little slice- it dripped blood JAWS thought about crushing it there and then, but he just laughed and said
"Hey, Mo the little blighter snipped me, no matter the little white guy wont last out here", it was then he noticed the green splotch shaped like "c" on his lower jaw. How odd he remarked
"hey Mo look-at em hes got a c on is jaw"
"TOO BAD HE DONT STAND A CHANCE BEING ALL WHITE EH MATE..." remarked JAWS
and jaws tossed him into the lake. and that was the last time he thought he would see the albino reptile.
Time passed and things that should not be forgotten were and the memory of the little Ivory Guy. JAWS continued to hunt another 15 years.
His fame and skill grew as did his ego...
JAWS decided to hang up his rifle but only after 1 more hnt- he had sralked and killed almost everything dangerous in the world but something was calling him back to the dark continent. JAWS an old skilled hunter knew the riverbank was a dangerous place. But as he came around the turn he saw it, the biggest warthog he had ever seen ( Poor Timon). he was trotting along the rivers edge he sensed danger was afoot he gave a quick glance to JAWS as JAWS stepped into the other side of the clearing by the bank. The hog lifted his head stared at the hunter. Then he heard a swirl of water to his right. As he took his eyes off of the hog he saw it a huge 18ft croc all white with a green "C" on his chest. He was still fiesty and still snapping at JAWS this time he took a big bite out of his leg and dragged him into the water for a final "DEATH ROLL". The moral of the story is ...
cause and effect-you never know what will effect something else and how it will effect you....
So you have to realize what you don't do is important as what you do as well.
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PM,
like i said i wrote it when i was young- i was looking for a more Ray bradbury feel..
Thanks
TH
Nicely written, and realistic. God Bless You.
my sweet Godzilla, could so relate to this line
His fame and skill grew as did his ego...
as I struggle constantly with internal talents in all three areas, just not clear on this part, please could you explain
Back when i was twelve-Fifteen?!
I found a copy of this story in some really old papers- back in high school when I was looking for something and found this little "gem". I have changed some things due to reality constraints. here we go....
It was a rainy and hot that day in the jungle as it often is. Bounty Hunter Jack Allister Weldon, but everyone called him JAWS. He wore the nickname like a badge of honor. He always felt he was just like a shark dangerous, unpredictable and hungry for a fight. When JAWS, GOT IN A SCP HE ALWAYS CAME OUT ALIVE ON TOP AND HIS OPPONANT/PREY WAS ALWAYS BLOODY.
JAWS was hunting today for wild boar along the banks of an upper Nile tributary in the darkest region of Africa. But JAWS knew he was not alone especially near the rivers edge, besides his faithful guide Mutu Ombari nickname -"MO". So JAWS N MO had been on both knew the splashes and plopps in the river were most likely the river camen- Alligator.
alligators like to hunt by stealth along the rivers edge using stealth and surprise to snare their victems. As jAws n mo came to a slight clearing they saw the massive hog by the water . The giant pig was drinking until the men came into the clearing he looked up gave a huff to the men...Just as he looked up toward the men as the hog took his eyes off the water - suddenly there was a violent splash- and roll of white whater- . it was the top dog killer of the river lands. It was the crocodile - and he had a taste for bacon..Chomp chomp- the boar was gone iunder the water that now was stained red with boar blood- the men waked over to the murder scene during the lightning attack of the reptile allot of sand was thrashed off the beach- exposing a previously unseen treasure. The strugle had kocked sand off a clotch of crocodile eggs. Just as they came upon them, they started to hatch tens of little buggers racing to the pond. All of a sudden a little flash of white caught their eye it was an albino croc. JAWS picked it up and it squealed. He poked it in the stomach it hissed and squeaked JAWS poked it and laughed
"Whats a matter matecallin for mum?"
He poked it again this time the little croc snapped and cught his hand giving him a little slice- it dripped blood JAWS thought about crushing it there and then, but he just laughed and said
"Hey, Mo the little blighter snipped me, no matter the little white guy wont last out here, it was then he noticed the green splotch shaped like "c" on his lower jaw. How odd he remarked
"hey mo lookat em hes got a c on is jaw"
"TOO BAD HE DONT STAND A CHANCE BEING ALL WHITE EH MATE..." remarked JAWS
and jaws tossed him into the lake. and that was the last time he thought he would see the albino reptile.
Time passed and things that should not be forgotten were and the memory of the little Ivory Guy. JAWS continued to hunt another 15 years.
JAWS decided to hang up his rifle but only after 1 more hnt- he had sralked and killed almost everything dangerous in the world but something was calling him back to the dark continent. JAWS an old skilled hunter knew the riverbank was a dangerous place. But as he came around the turn he saw it, the biggest warthog he had ever seen ( Poor Timon). he was trotting along the rivers edge he sensed danger was afoot he gave a quick glance to JAWS as JAWS stepped into the other side of the clearing by the bank. The hog lifted his head stared at the hunter. Then he heard a swirl of water to his right. As he took his eyes off of the hog he saw it a huge 18ft croc all white with a green "C" on his chest. He was still fiesty and still snapping at JAWS this time he took a big bite out of his leg and dragged him into the water for a final "DEATH ROLL". The moral of the story is ...
cause and effect-you never know what will effect something else and how it will effect you....
So you have to realize what you don't do is important as what you do as well.
j/k couldn't resist
YOU ROCK!
Tom, Good story, I think I had part of WHITEY for dinner last night. Irony can be, well irony.
Kimmie, What the hell! H
Harvey please don't curse on Tom's Hub, just liked it double as much, but wait, yes, I'm the only one who acts childish, please delete it and Tom, it was meant with best intentions, I so hope you know that.
What the Hell Harvey or do we believe in one? Odd to me
Great story tom. Do you have any more you can share with us?
Kim, Hell is cursing? How do I delete an old comment? The offense was taken by you, so yo have my apology. Belief in hell is not an issue, it's only a statement. H
Harve n Kim,
dont worry- after all Hell is 1/2 my name- Kim glad you liked it..I think- If you did to thats a huge compliment to me... As for the line- I think- I meant that, as the hunter became more famous it fed into his own ego and he "bought into his own fame" he became vain and felt he was the greatest hunter and nothing could hurt him.
POPPs I have one more story that I can use the rest are just maddening 1/2 completed Gibberish... The one I have is another interesting piece...
TH
Stars,Thanks glad you enjoyed it..Didnt mean to lose yoou in the shuffle
TH
Great story to tell!, Share some more. And I got the lesson! Maita
Thanks
Maita, glad you enjoyed it - not bad overall for a youngin when I wrote it...Thanks for stoppin
TH
tom, I can't picture kimmie and myself arguing. Well maybe... Can I say it... Should it say it... Ok, without garments. H
H,
*Tom shakes head in disbelief* If I didn't think you were a good guy I would make some really rough comments, that comment may have been a ittle "over the top" soto speak and a bit out of the spectrum of the conversation... Kim will decide if she thinks you a "rougish imp".
TH
Tom, Garments could mean sox, shoes, etc. Some have dirty, filty, stinkin minds. Damn, I could be one. By the way, Kim and I have never spoken or met. H
HS,
Chill S unit- I was just teasin you I have to... nope I wont say it... I wont say it...but i will say I was just playin no need to get a bee all up in your bonnet...
TH
Tom, Unlike you, I do not wear bonnet's. I do hope the readers understand that what we say to each other is a way New Yorker's play. Your turn. H
Ifhey dont then let me use another NYism ... they can "Bite it"...if they dont like our jolly banter...
TH
Tom, You da man! H
H I apologize I thought you thought I was disrespecting TH and were mad at me, sorry.
Kimmie, Mad at you, HA! Like that's gonna happen. Wait, one thing would make me angry. SLIPPING BACK! H
KL,
Please making fun of me will only make Harvdeep green happier-he's jealous of my beautiful skin, beautiful bulging eyes and long sstrong tail and my well organized scales after all green is the new black or is reen the new brown?
TH
Tom, great story!!! Narcism and arrogance -- it will get you no where fast!
Now, what's up with this NYism???? We have a Canadianism too (right, eh, Kim?) its: BITE ME!!! :D
Now, don't bite too hard -- you're teeth are bigger than I am tall!
Another smile brought to my face by Tom! :) xox
Beth,
how tall are you? my wife is 5-2 and shrinking
harv used to live in NY, although not as close to our Canadian brothers n Sisters s i do he was a "down stater"
we were just doing the ol typical NYC accent joe concrete worker type THanks for stopping hope to see more of your hubs soon
TH
ha ha tom and harvey! I could probably out do BOTH of you and put you BOTH to shame, but I have a reputation to uphold around here. :) I'll be dreaming of both of you tonight...together...... keeping me warm.... :D xox
Beth-
glad we could help-I prefer the left side so ya know..haheha glad you gug the hub
thanks...if your talking about shooting - yep lost my shooting eye - alking about drinkin- yep- I dont drink cant think of anything else...Gnite
TH
Beth, Hate to say it, NAH! You wouldn't stand a chance against Tom & I. Probably not even one at a time, we are still talking smack, right? H
Tom, I like the left side also, I will not cross swords! H
H,
sounds good Ive always been a right leaner, as for talking smack- go for it, I shall remain in repose-for now
TH
Tom, Ahh, I got nothin'. H
H,
I'd say something but I believe your an honest man and do ave ..something and you have used it to... not just your singing voice,....
TH
Nice story. Thanks for sharing. I had a story to tell to my nieces and nephews.
JT,
thanks for stoppin...
TH
Great story and really interesting comments, too!
I like stories about crocodiles and alligators. There's a story on MSN.com about this 21-foot croc that somebody caught for an amusement park. Also, back around 1980, they killed a 26-foot salty down in Australia. Apparently they never stop growing. Man, can you imagine one that big? Anyway, good idea for a short story. Later!
Hello Dear Tom. A thumbs up for a good job on your high school paper. Quite a descriptive story as you built the development of a number of characters in the plot. The hero never knew what got him; and the moral stands as true today as it did back then. I could sense a few films of that era must have seeped into your story line. Blessings to you, Debby
De,
thanks highpraise from a writer as good as you thanks and yea i watched 2-10 to many creepy films back then...
allot of Twilightzone and outerlimits on Tv too
th
Beth, I want to hear about the dream. Hey, an old guy needs something. H
Too cool...definitely an enjoyable read. Voted up and awesome, dude!
KTD,
Thanks
TH
Had me laughing from the get-go...especially with "splashes and plops in the river", which could have been something highly unhygienic....
"It was the crocodile - and he had a taste for bacon."
"Time passed and things that should not be forgotten were"
"(Poor Timon.)" Wouldn't that be "poor Pumba?
Interesting that JAWS missed the point (until he was eaten, anyway) that I've been underscoring all my life. From fairly early childhood, I've always felt I needed to kill any rattlesnake unfortunate enough to cross my path...because if I didn't, it might kill me or one of mine at a later date.
One of the coolest Hubs I've ever read.
Voted Up and Across.
tHANKS GHOSTIE I GUESS I USED TO HAVE TALENT IN MY YOUTH
TH
Hello Tom ~ My memory fails me. I see that this story is a number of months old and still popular. I reread it as if it was new again and gave it an "AWESOME" this time. Blessings, Debby
thanks Deb glad yo reenjoyed it
TH
Timon was the merkat Pumba was the warthog
yes sheep I am lucky to remember the movie at all even after it all
TH
Great story Tom. Like this a lot. You're very funny.
C21, thanks but looks should not matter *hehe*
I can't believe I'm just now coming across this. I'm a little slow sometimes. This was a cool story! I love how it comes full circle. I got a different kind of take on the end though. When he held the white crock as a baby, he was kind of mean though he let it live. Further he spent his whole life killing and not just for meat. To me it's the old live by the sword die by the sword! Hubtastic Tom!
PV,
Every once in a while I get a good one - it just happened 30 years ago...
TH
PETER LUMETTA Level 6 Commenter 10 months ago
Great morality play. Not to mention a great story. Cheers,
Peter