Pythons appear to be important predators of younger alligators,here is a recent incident reported from the Big Cypress swamp of Florida:
"You hear a big splash in Big Cypress, chances are it’s an alligator diving into the swamp, most likely after being startled from a roadside sunbath by an approaching human.
But this was one big splash followed by another big splash. And another and another. I stopped my bicycle to see what all the ruckus was about.
Right there, just off the edge of Loop Road, no more than 15 feet away, an alligator was rising tail first and belly up over the surface of the water and then plunging back down. It was clear it was moving against its will. Then, as the gator rolled over and sank, something else came into view: the muscular coils of a very large snake.
It was a sight, I would learn later, that's rarely witnessed in the wild -- an alligator being attacked by a Burmese Python.
It was all at once terrifying, mesmerizing and beautiful, a battle between predator and prey that at times looked as graceful as a water ballet. Once I got the iPhone video rolling, I couldn’t stop watching.
I’ve seen lots of alligators in the wild, from canoes in Riverbend Park in Jupiter to bike rides in West Palm Beach’s Grassy Water Preserve to hikes in Everglades National Park outside Miami. But until I pedaled my mountain bike along a shell rock road 7 miles south of the Tamiami Trail on the morning of Dec. 21, I had never witnessed the grand spectacle of a gator being attacked by a large coiling serpent.
Aside from the birds perched on cypress branches above the swamp, I was the only spectator. Although I’d missed the initial ambush, what I watched for 15 minutes from my ringside seat wasn’t much of a fight.
The gator was visible only in brief glimpses as it rolled through the water against its will: Its pale belly, its clawed limbs, its thrashing tail. About six feet long, it was at the full mercy of the python, all 15 feet of the snake — that’s the size estimate one local would offer after watching the video.
And this python was hard to miss. With giraffe-like blotches across its body and a head topped with an arrow-shaped blotch, it moved like a slinky on steroids, slowly squeezing the life from the poor gator.
They were joined as one, a twisted knot plying the water. They would sink like an anchor, wrestling in the depths and stirring the water into a dark silty soup, and then rise to the surface again as the stubborn gator refused to give up the fight. The alligator’s best punches were limited to futile swings of the tail that missed python’s head and struck the water with a splash.
After the first two minutes of action, I was lulled into turning off the video. There had been no movement in the water for what felt like an eternity but was more likely just 60 long seconds. Show’s over, I assumed, and I turned toward my bike.
Splash! The water erupted again. Just before I could get the video rolling again, I caught my only glimpse of the alligator’s face as it broke the surface of the water. It’s jaws opened and closed, biting at nothing, before its head disappeared into the murky depths.
It looked like the poor guy was crying for help.
It went on like this for another 10 minutes or so before a long calm set over the swamp. The water receded to a flat sun-speckled surface revealing a mirror image of cypress and palm trees stretching into the clouds above.
Then, like a periscope, the python’s head silently breached the surface and surveyed its surroundings. Just below, its coiled body with those distinctive giraffe spots could be seen in what I assumed was a fatal embrace with the alligator.
The action had pretty much ended. So, I took off on my bike. For the next five miles, I passed dozens of alligators sunning themselves in the weeds by the road, a few diving for cover into the swamp as my bike tires crunched across the shellrock.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about the poor gator in the clutches of the python. On my way back nearly an hour later, I stopped by the battle scene again.
The fight appeared to be over. All was calm on the water except for the snake’s head, still peering over the surface in the same area I’d last seen it, its body still coiled below like a stack of tires, its tongue darting out of its mouth.
A tour guide at photographer Clyde Butcher’s Big Cypress Gallery, about 5 miles east of Loop Road on Tamiami Trail where I rented their “Swamp Bungalow” for two nights, watched the video on my phone and thought the python could’ve been 15 feet long. (The longest python ever caught in Florida measured 18 feet, 8 inches long, according to state wildlife officials.)
he called and left a message with details about my encounter with the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission, which encourages the reporting of python sightings.
“That video is amazing. That’s something you don’t see every day,” David True, a Big Cypress National Preserve park ranger, said a day later when I stopped by the Welcome Center on my way home. “Our park biologist will be very interested in seeing that.’’
he called and left a message with details about my encounter with the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission, which encourages the reporting of python sightings.
“That video is amazing. That’s something you don’t see every day,” David True, a Big Cypress National Preserve park ranger, said a day later when I stopped by the Welcome Center on my way home. “Our park biologist will be very interested in seeing that.’’
Pernas encourages anyone spotting a python to log it on the Early Detection & Distribution Mapping System, which keeps track of invasive species.
He said he was looking forward to seeing my video.
“I’ve been working with invasive species since 1988 and I haven’t heard of anybody telling me they witnessed a python eating an alligator. It’s pretty rare,” he said.
As far as anyone knew, the python was still at large."
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