The Willowsmen of the Savoyard marshes arrive home from one of their usual patrols - however, this particular excursion was far from the 'usual' ones that they normally embarked on. Congregating around the tables of their mess hall, the battered seeming group quickly drew attention from their off-duty brethren. They began telling their tale.   "We were out hunting that big thing that's been lurking around, you know, that 'gator mother or whatever it is. Waters were all murky and movey,