Shelf Life
“Even closer to me, right at my feet, is another memory, the skin of the rogue croccodile I killed back in 1976, eleven feet and 560 pounds of very tough, very dangerous old creature, One-Eyed Jack we called him in his prime. I put three bullets from a rusty .30-30 into his brain–good shooting even if I do say so myself, over open sights in the dark–until he quit thrashing around and we were able to drag him into the airboat with us, where of course he came right back to life. Not a good moment, that.”
–Cash, Johnny Cash
