Mine started back in the mid-80's. At Boy Scout Camp the summer I went from Cub Scouts to Boy Scouts. We had a draught in northern Michigan, even some wild fires. Well a bunch of us were walking on a dried pond and thought it was kinda cool, until I took that one step that got me chest deep in mud. I was stuck and everyone started pulling & digging me out. One of the Scoutmasters on the trip was a rough old veteran who grew up watching cowboy movies who looked at me when I got back to the camp & said, "Damn, you look like you've been rastlin Gator's." From that point on He called me Gator, It stuck. We're still friends, & he still calls me Gator. Everyone we know in common calls me Gator. And that's why I called my Catering company Gator's Grill.