Yogi567 saidJESUS. That took some guts.
It isn't really guts. It's exactly as he described it, this sense that if they want ya, there's nothing you can do so you might as well enjoy the encounter.
I've never been with crocs of course but I've run into gators quite a bit over the years while walking or mountain biking out in the Everglades. I think they're cute. But then one time I ran into one seriously the length of our canoe and bigger around as we came through some brush covering a tributary or some sort of cove. I don't even remember what our surroundings looked like as my eyes were fixed. We were right up along the shore where he was sleeping. I could have reached out and petted him.
And we woke him up. He had an eye on us. And the teeth were huge. It was weird but I wasn't afraid at all. I was in awe of this thing. Also he looked very well fed so we probably weren't even a snack. I could have stayed all day with him. But then I looked back at my friend and she was white as a ghost so I back paddled us out of there.
So even though, sure, guts to get in that water. But once you're face to face with them something else takes over. It isn't fear or guts, it's respect.