I was assigned to an Air Force Base in Louisiana during the mid 80s. Being a city kid from the north, I knew nothing about alligators.
My friends and I were sitting around bored on a Saturday so we decided to check out the north side of the base where there was a lake and a recreational area. I grabbed a Polaroid one-step camera. We saw a gator in the lake, but I couldn’t get a good shot. That’s when I had the brilliant idea to run to the shoppette and purchase lunch meat.
About ten minutes later, we lured the critter out of the water with bologna slices on a stick.
On the following Monday, I showed the photos to coworkers. One Cajun calmly explained to me why my actions were extremely stupid.