This time last week, I was flying to Louisiana. Not to party in New Orleans, taste-test Gulf shrimp or work on my Cajun-speak.

My objective was clear. I was going to hunt alligators.

Let's get this straight: I am no huntress. Despite growing up in eastern North Carolina, I've never so much as perched in a deer stand or taken aim at a duck.

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