The Florida Flying Alligators Club
An “It Could Only Happen Here” story
If it hadn’t existed (this being Florida), they’d have had to invent it
In the early years of aviation, aspiring aviators quite naturally enjoyed hanging out with others who shared their interest. “Aero clubs” sprang up all over the country and did much to popularize flying as a sport that could be practiced by almost anyone.
The Florida Flying Alligators Club was no exception, but it garnered a little more attention than most.
The story goes that it was founded by 13 sportsmen pilots in 1934 at a get-together following a flight from Miami to Naples across the Everglades. According to newspaper accounts, that night “imaginations ran wild.” The pilots pictured the Everglades as being literally alive with alligators (in which they were by no means mistaken) and a new organization was born.
The club had as its purpose promotion of clean and sportsmanlike flying and the encouraging of wide-spread use of the airplane as a means of going places and doing things. To be eligible for membership, one must have flown at least 50 miles over Florida swamps.
Fame expands far and wide
By 1948, the club had over 5000 member pilots and had been featured in an article in LIFE magazine. Festive initiations were held annually. Although originally headquartered in Orlando, it appears that through the years meetings spread to other cities in Florida. These ceremonies famously included live alligators (see photo caption, at right). 😳🥶
Which begs the question: Are we having fun yet?
Gone but not forgotten
The last mention of a Florida Flying Alligator Club event in old newspaper archives was in 1950. As the annual event was often held just prior to Miami’s All American Air Maneuvers, which faded away right about that same time, it appears the Florida Flying Alligators Club met the same fate.




“The greatest gathering of privately owned airplanes ever seen in the U. S. converged on Orlando, Fla., this month. More than 600 planes came in the annual lightplane cavalcade. As the fliers came into the airport, they saw Orlando’s “Flying Alligator” painted on the runway, knew the Flying Alligator Club was waiting for them.
In the evening, the Club inducted new members. Initiates had to take off one shoe and stocking, walk blindfolded down a roped aisle, past a live alligator. Not knowing that the reptile’s jaws were tied together, new members shrieked as their bare flesh came into contact with alligator skin.
Later, the initiates had to descend into a drained pool crawling with alligators to retrieve their shoes.“
