A few more dives netted us our third tiger shark tooth of the day. Then it happened AGAIN. I came up with a big a handful of who-knew-what but I didn't even get to the basket before I saw it: a nearly perfect two inch tooth. What a day! We spent another hour or so but we were both tired. Besides it was getting late and Mike (who had kept saying all day how the stream was so swift and the banks were so steep there weren't any gators) made it known that there was no way he was going to hike out at dusk when he couldn't see where he was going and the gators were getting ready to hunt. So we left. Of course we took our goodies and, man, what memories. We didn't do any more fossil collecting, but we're already talking about next year...