A Sea of Rabbits!

In my early 20’s and in during the early 1970’s I drove a tractor-trailer.  Being raised in the agricultural based economy of SW Florida and loving to drive, it was a good fit. From the Ft Myers Farmers Market to the largest cities of the Midwest and Eastern Coast.  I even experienced a little of Mexico and Canada through those travels too.


While doing this I actually lived in the truck 24/7 for three of those years, so it might be easy to understand that whenever the opportunity arose to my apartment at the time, “partying” with the same group of buddies was at the top of the activity list.

Al, Dewey, Dowdy, Hobbs, and Locke were the core of this era.  We shared a number of kindred experiences in the same frame of mind, good years.  The ‘rabbit’ experience happened one night along the lonely stretch of highway; Alligator Alley.



Driving and delivering those distances, “lay-overs” occur when you arrive at a destination too late during the business day to unload.  Weekend Lay-overs many miles from home was a great opportunity to rest-up from the long hours of driving.  When a ‘return-load’ was only a few hours away from ‘home’ (and a party with my friends), well……  in my twenty’s it was an easy choice.

Once I found myself in this predicament on the East coast of Florida, so I ‘dropped’ left my trailer of produce at the business’s lot and drove 175 miles across the everglades to my hometown


– where festivities with the friends began, 420 style.

Somewhere during this weekend we ALL decided to return in the truck to the East Coast to help unload and then retrieve my trailer.  By unloading the trailer, they each split the $30 bucks for unloading; and we would be home by Monday afternoon.

It wasn’t unusual for a friend to take a road trip in the truck, but on this Sunday – four friends were eager to tag along.

Sunday evening we all climbed into the cab of the truck (two front and three sitting in the ‘sleeper’) and began our journey into and across the darkness of the everglades.

Once again, there were five of us in the cab of this truck and before this trip was over we would indeed be glad that each were present.


Our trip began as normal as could be expected for five twenty-something year old boys working through a 70’s party binged weekend.  At that time our weekends seemed pretty much “wide open” so there nothing unusual nor extraordinary about us from any other twenty-something of the time – except at the moment there were five of us in the cab portion of this semi; music blaring, laughing and carrying on through the lonely Florida night.

We maneuvered safely across the state, laughing/charing/ and absorbing the miles of palmetto fraught highway.  Past Immokalee we moved further into the dark and eerie Everglades, in the early seventies this was a lonely stretch of road.

‘Alligator Alley’ at the time was a very straight and lonesome two-lane stretch of highway crossing the marshland of the south Florida terrain.  It was not unusual to slow for a “gator” and/or to exercise caution in avoiding an occasional opossum, raccoon, or armadillo; it was ‘a just part of’ this highways swampy setting.



As we rode, it wasn’t long before we began to notice a rabbit or two – nothing out of the ordinary except that soon there were smaller groups of these rabbits – on the highway!  Now this was becoming a little ‘different.’  As another ‘party-favor completed its journey around the cab; those little groups of rabbits became more and more frequent – causing comment to arise of whether this was real or simply the quality of ‘party favor’ we had just sampled.

I slowed the truck to as best I could to avoid the little critters.

Looking across to the other seat in the front of the truck where another buddy Gnagey sat, I noticed the elongated reflections of movement reflecting from the lenses of his glasses as he was glared onto the highway ahead.  Gnagey’s mouth was agap in stunned amazement.

There was something very unusual going on – or that was a really, really good ‘party favor.’

There was no other traffic during this period and as I proceeded to use the entire roadway in avoiding the critters – it was soon apparent that there was just no way to avoid it.

‘Thump, thump,’ and there went a few more.  We continued to nudge each other with absolute disbelief – Was this really happening?  Soon those small groups of rabbits became a single mass of movement before us.  We were in a ‘sea of rabbits,’ incredible, unbelievable!  – and of course, we stopped.

Dumbfounded we climbed down onto the middle of the road and into this living mass of rabbits.  We waded around in disbelief, delight, and utter amazement.



Standing in the middle of the highway, in the middle of night, in of a living mass of rabbitts!.

This event was absolutely real, we climbed back into the truck and reluctantly began to move ahead; allowing as many of the animals as possible to part in front of us out of harms way.  After a few slow miles the mass and bouncing shadows ended leaving us to just stare at the remaining miles ahead. There was continual reassurance from each of what we had witnessed; years later I remain amazed when I comprehend the many thousands of rabbits on the roadway that night.

In our continued friendship over the years, the event always remained a principle topic of conversation when we gathered.  We agreed too that whenever we attempted to share this event with others; the story was met with understandable skepticism – too improbable, no-way.

For this reason, individual consensus became to avoid telling the story.  We only spoke of the experience when we gathered.



One day; one of these friends was having a conversation with a local businessman, the businessman reluctantly hinted of a strange experience that he had encountered while crossing the Everglades years earlier – on the very stretch of highway we had crossed.  My friend (Dewey) noticed the businessman’s (Glen Foxx) hesitation in elaborating more and with a few simple questions and statements found that indeed someone other than our small group of friends had encountered the same phenomenon – very likely the same night!

After so many years of withholding this unimaginable story from others; the two shared a common and very relieving laugh together – Dewey told me that the atmosphere was joyous and similar to the reunion of finding a long-lost brother.

We had witnessed the event together, in a common vehicle, and met with utter frustration in repeating the story to others over the years, but as a group we always had each other to reassure.  This poor fellow had traveled that stretch of highway alone and had met with the same frustrations in communicating the event to others over the years – I could only imagine his relief.

Also this businessman had researched the event and attributed it to a drought in the Everglades which was followed by a series of large vegetation fires.  These fires had driven the rabbits into groups and then massed them onto the only high ground around in the area, the highway.

Needless to say, unloading and retrieving my trailer was much less eventful.

As friends we returned to our homes, apartments, and lives much closer from the extraordinary (and very real) experience of that night.

We had witnessed a living sea of rabbits, incredible!

-and then there was the waterbed deal.

@ Sept. 21,1974

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