Okay, I get it. The only alligator you like is the one on your Lacoste polo shirt. Your favorite bird is either barbequed or fried. And you utterly despise mosquitos. Why then, you ask, should you care about Everglades restoration? Your water.
Florida is a long and skinny state, a true peninsula. From head to toe (Pensacola to Key West) it's 832-mile long, and can be done in about 15-18 hours, on a good day.
China's central government is powerful -- but not as powerful as Hollywood.
What do an elephant, a hippo, a troop of baboons, a crocodile, a herd of lechwe, impalas and buffalo have in common? The answer: my very first day at Mombo camp.
So it is summer again in Florida -- and all that that conjures up. I just drove through a pelting rain, signaling the beginning of Florida's late-afternoon rainy season.
While scouting for the first descent of the Baro River in Ethiopia, a tributary of the White Nile, I heard about a Peace Corps volunteer, Bill Olsen, 25, a recent graduate of Cornell, who decided to take a dip in the river at Gambella, a village near the South Sudan border.
We Floridians are somewhat the butt of a running joke that the random, dangerous, and ass backwards things seem to happen here. Unfortunately, we tend to live up to this stereotype by constantly proving it true.
From great bison herds, howling wolf packs, ancient alligators, regal bighorn sheep, loping moose and elusive wolverines, the animals in North America's national parks are impressive to say the least.
With our global environment suffering tremendous human pressure on every level, as an iconic television figure I believe you missed a valuable opportunity, in your 60 Minutes piece showcasing your dives in Botswana with crocodiles, to talk about the plight of crocodylians.
In Palmdale, Fla., alligators outnumber humans by more than 100 to 1.
I am happy to hear that delegates and protesters alike are getting the full Florida experience; hurricanes, heat, humidity and now gators. We aim to please!
The airboats that Erv operates are ungainly machines, light aluminum skiffs powered by muscular automobile engines mounted on the back, above the water line.
I grab my flashlight and shoot the beam towards the coals of the fire. Two dog-like mottled shapes. Four electrified eyes.
Donald Trump has to deal with his beyond privileged sons, Eric and Donald Jr. Sponsors are starting to pull themselves from Celebrity Apprentice, and why not? As long as these two "sporty" hunters, continue to co-host the program with "daddy," there's no reason to support the show as long as Don Jr. refuses to apologize and drop his "holier than thou," 1983 elitist attitude.
Ironic as it sounds, there can be an immense feeling of relief that comes along with eating a bag of peanut M&Ms washed down with an ice cold Coca-C...