I grew up off 13 in the county and the places you usually saw the animals were deep in the creeks where normal people didn’t go unless they had a stump jumper boat. Six mile and trout creeks were common to see them. My father saw the goat on six mile. We didn’t mess with any of them. Then again my generation swam and skied with the gators fearlessly.
“Then again my generation swam and skied with the gators fearlessly.”
No fear at all. It was a great time to be young!