Went to early church Sunday so the afternoon was free to go fishing. At noon when I arrived there were five deer in the road and as I made it to my cabin I passed a collared bear, looking like someones pet, walking in a neighbors front yard. All of this activity told me the animals were active, and that meant the fish too. Loaded up the trusty Jeep and started out. It has been a long time since I fished the private hole last so I knew the boat was far from the water and that before the day was over the rack would have to be moved to a steeper location.  In preparing to launch the boat I noticed a string hanging over the transom. It was what I had tied to the plug and it had been untied. Someone had stolen my plug or borrowed it and forgot to return it! I prefer the word STOLEN. The other boat at the landing did not have a plug so the only thing for me to do was go back to the cabin and get one out of the other small boat there. It took almost and hour of time when the fish were biting. Returning, I laid some sticks behind the boat and pushed it to the water at around 2:00 while still muttering some unmentionable names of the thieves. I started with a DT-6 and caught one right away, but only one in that spot. Moving down the bank I came upon another in a spot where there are usually more than one. Fishing farther down I had put on a worm and caught one in a place that looks good but has produced not a fish this year. When I fished the other side of the top a fish bit and on the hook set the fish was became tangled in an old vine. The fish was still on but could not get the line loose from the vine. I hurried over and pulled up the vine to where I could see the fish and there was another larger one there trying to get the bait too. It all finally came loose but the big fish was gone and 8 more casts to the spot could not entice it to bite.  About that time an alligator in the 8 to 10 foot range slid off of a high bank into the water. It was right in a place I wanted to fish so I eased over after the creature left and crossed to the other side which was about 50 yards away. As I fished, the alligator began to growl or bellow. It stayed put but I noticed that it blew itself up with air when it growled and floated much higher in the water. Caught a couple more in that general area but then went into a long drought where I went almost all the way around the hole without a bite. Knowing I had to move the rack and winch, the cut off time was 5:00 and it was almost upon me. I was back on the DT-6 and one hit close to the boat and almost took the rod out of my hand.  It was a goo. Fudging a little on my time fishing continued and another hard bite but this time it was the 4-1 FOD which I was glad to see. Only caught 7 but got the rack moved to a spot where as the water falls I will not have to worry about getting the boat to the water.