Grandpa and the crocodile

Searching through my grandfathers photos I came across this. The only thing fake about it is that he’d already shot it dead by this time and relaunched it with its mouth propped open. Apparently it was so wary of traps that they had to bait the hook with fish and then paddle to the other side of the river to wait for it to be taken. In 1983 I swam near there.... the big ones are all gone.