This frightens the heck out of me. I am going to Florida in a couple of weeks to visit friends and get a couple of rounds of golf in.
Two years ago I went down about this same time of year, and the people at the golf course said that it was mating season for the alligators so be careful. I hit a ball into the shallow end of a small water hazard where some tall grass was growing. I took a penalty strokes and called it a lost ball. There was no way in hell I was going to go look for that ball. My buddy, however, went right in and started looking. But then, he's a cheap SOB and would have fought the alligator to get the golf ball.