When we were kids, my dad would yell at my brothers and I: "Stop that running! Somebody's gonna lose an eye!"
As a grownup, here's how you lose an arm:
It's called: let's see how close we can get to the very big alligator.
As the one who usually sits in front of the canoe, you could say I'm the very willing sacrificial lamb. Before you dismiss me as a whacked out danger junkie, let me say that I'm morbidly fascinated by these prehistoric holdovers.
For your mild amusement, a couple of very lame shorts. I am just not convinced that I'm actually recording, therefore you'll always get a sky shot early on. Turn on the speakers.