He’s gone, The Crocodile Hunter is dead. I find myself thinking about him today. His name seems to be right in there with Pope John Paul and the Dali Lama for notoriety. Killed by an animal,Âa stingray, off the great barrier reef.
I remember two years ago when he almost fed his son to a crocodile. He seemed to be breaking every rule about crocodiles he ever taught us, they are wild animals you can love but not trust.
I always enjoyed his show up to then. I won’t look at snakes and crocodiles the same, they have their place.
I wish he had been more careful, but that wasn’t his way. He died as he lived, on the edge.
The world is a poorer place today.