[Rapscallion St Croix]

About 25 years ago, I was undergoing four months of training at Keesler Air Force Base in Mississippi. On the weekends, I had been travelling down to Fort Walton Beach to visit and play golf with my daughter and son-in-law. On the golf course we played at Hurlburt Field, there were long winded signs that said, "This body of water is the natural habitat of the American Alligator (Alligator Mississippiensis), an endangered species in parts of Florida. Alligators can be unpredictable and dangerous. Please use extreme caution while near this body of water."
One weekend, I stayed in Biloxi for the weekend and played a little low budget track called Dogwood Hills about ten miles north of town. Early in the back nine, I found myself teeing off uphill to a blind landing zone. My playing partner told me there was a pond over the hill and told me the safe yardage to stay dry. As I crested the hill, I saw my ball abut twenty yards short of the water near a sign. The sign was just an old piece of plank, jagged edges on both ends and nailed to another old piece of wood stuck in the ground. Amateurishly painted on the sign was one word, "Gator!"

Guess which sign I found more effective.