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Brittany laughed, wiping a smear of mud from her cheek. “And most folks would have turned around at the first alligator.” She looked back at the dark, silent glades. “We’re not most folks.”

The problem was the route. The only way in was a two-mile paddle through a series of tight, shallow creeks too narrow for their airboat. And in the brutal, shimmering heat of a Florida July, that meant one thing: she was going in the water.

An hour later, the three pythons were safely bagged and tagged. Brittany sat on the front of the airboat, rinsing the mud off her legs with a water bottle. The turquoise bikini was now more brown than blue. brittany borges guardians of the glades bikini

She pulled the kayak alongside a mud bank and stepped out, the cool muck squelching between her toes. Her python hook was in her hand. Ten feet away, half-hidden in the roots of a giant strangler fig, was a mass of scales. It wasn't one python. It was three. A large female, easily fourteen feet, and two smaller males, all tangled in a breeding ball.

Crockett handed her a towel. “You know,” he said, a rare grin cracking his weathered face, “most folks wear a little more armor to wrestle a fourteen-foot snake.” Brittany laughed, wiping a smear of mud from her cheek

Her bare feet lost traction in the mud, and she went down hard on one knee. The python’s head whipped around, mouth open, and struck. Brittany twisted, and the snake’s fangs scraped across the tough fabric of her dry bag instead of her thigh. In that same motion, she got her hook under the python’s neck, pinning it to the mud.

Brittany had no choice. She lunged.

Then, a rustle in the sawgrass. Crockett, a grizzled man with a snake tattoo on his neck, waded into view. He didn’t say a word. He just dropped to his knees beside her, grabbed the python’s tail, and began to carefully unwind it.