Adelaide River Northern Territory. I have met Brutus. I am pretty sure he was the one following the boat when we went on the trip with some friends. He was stalking at the back of the boat where we were sitting. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck prickling. The boat does trips up the river and dangles some pork chops to attract the big boys to jump up (it is called the Jumping Crocodile tour). There is only a certain section of the river they are allowed to do this in and the crocs know it. When you cross the marker on the shore the crocs head out to the boat, when you cross back over they swim away. The river is absolutely full of crocs and under no circumstances should you enter the water. There is a bridge over it and it was damaged during some floods so had to be repaired. One man had the job of sitting in a dinghy under the bridge idling in case someone fell in. Weeks go by and all he has is a suntan. Then one day someone fell into the water. Shocked the boat guy so much he gunned the motor and flooded it. While he is frantically trying to get it started the bloke is floating in the water, ( apparently trying to send out the mental image that he was a log) when the guy got him out of the water the air turned a unique shade of blue as this guy let rip with all of the fear and anger he had been controlling while floating in the water.