I had an old Cajun friend come into my restaurant early one day, who looked like he had been drug through a knot hole. I asked him what had happened but he just shrugged, scooted out a bar stool and sat down while motioning for a drink without giving me much of an answer with the exception of saying two words: "alligator shoes." He guzzled down a couple more shots and then ordered a cold beer with an additonal shot of his favorite rye and then told me his story. He said that his wife of 35 years had always wanted a pair of alligator shoes. They didn't have a lot of money and even though Joe worked hard he didn't have the extra funds to buy some or even the time to go out and bag an alligator in order to solve the problem. He said he had to go to Lake Borne (just outside of New Orleans) to conduct some business when he hit a small two lane dirt road going around the lake. He said he was going a pretty good speed when he saw a dream come true going slowly across the road. A 7 foot alligator just sleepily and slowly crawling along, trying to get to other side. All Joe could think about was getting his pretty wife some alligator shoes. Yup, he was going to able to make her a happy woman, and we know what happens when mammy is happy! He said he stepped on the gas of his Louisiana Cadillac (pick up truck) and hit that alligator just perfect. He didn't want to skuff it up too much. It would be a shame to give his wife some beat up pair of alligator shoes. He then stopped a few feet after hitting the alligator and leaped out of the truck running full tilt at the beast to finish the job the truck had started. He jumped on the gator like he was a pro wrestler looking for the WWF championship. They fought for the longest time but Joe, a tough old man, finally won the match. He told me he then got up and brushed himself off and examined his humongous catch. That's when he realized the sad finish to his tale. That alligator was so poor he didn't have any shoes either!