Get Swampy With It

My new favorite show is Swamp People. There's something oddly captivating about watching a bunch of rubes from the Louisiana bayou hunting down and rasslin' alligators before they kill them. The cast of characters includes a team of brothers with beards that would make ZZ Top jealous and still live in their grandparent's house. Quite a feat considering they are likely great grandparents themselves. At 6'4'' and 240 pounds, Terral Evans is certainly unimposing. He works at night, grabbing alligators and tagging them with his bare hands. Poor gators can't get a chomp in edgewise. Then there's Liz Cavalier (of course she is) who likes to think of herself as just one of the boys. She fires the same type of gun as sharpshooter Annie Oakley and can throw a knife with the precision of a hitwoman.

Their cajun drawl is almost unintelligible at times, but that's alright — the History Channel provides subtitles for those us who don't speak swamp. I'm surprised the animal rights activists haven't tried to stomp out this series with their faux alligator boots.

At least the censors haven't scaled it back.