True story of how a gator killed my buddy's hobby.
In high school a buddy of mine restored a home-made kayak that he had picked up at a garage sale. It was a 1-man ocean-going kayak with no skirt, and was fabricated using strips of wood for the ribs and stretched waterproof vinyl fabric (like you see on lawn furniture) for the skin. Because of the heavy materials, wasn't the lightest boat in the world.
So one weekend he calls up two other buddies of mine to go canoeing up the Hillsborough (I wasn't home). They head up to Hillsborough River State Park on the edge of town (at the time) and the two get in a canoe and he gets in his kayak to lead the way up the river and warn of shallow spots.
They're getting on up aways under the tree canopy when all of a sudden my kayak buddy lets out a yell, spins the boat around, and starts making tracks back towards the canoe. The canoe buddies said the kayak was going so fast it looked like it was coming out of the water. The kayak speeds past and keeps going, so they turn to follow to see what's going on. As they're turning perpendicular to the river, they both see a gator "longer than the canoe and just as wide" coming right for them.
Now, the Hillsborough ain't the clearest water in Florida, so it must have been cruising on or close to the surface because they could see it nose to tail, claw to claw. They both started stroking like it was the Olympics, because they'd seen the gator shows and knew that gators could jump out of the river a pretty good ways. They kept looking over their shoulders all the way back to the docks. Even though they still had a couple of hours left on the canoe rental, they decided to call it a day.
My kayak buddy never again took it up the Hillsborough and ended up giving the kayak to me for free, where we all took turns using it to paddle along the shoreline of my parents' beach place. I guess he figured there was less risk with sharks. We stored it outside and eventually a hurricane came along and punctured the kayak skin and broke a rib. Since I hadn't paid any money for it, didn't have any money to fix it, and we'd all split town to go to different colleges, I just set it out by the curb for the garbage men (or whomever) to collect.
One of the people involved in this tale recently got married and we all got caught up on things during the wedding rehearsal and reception and breakfast the next day. To this day, he won't take a kayak or canoe up the Hillsborough. He said once was enough.