tours.
The local rivers of every size were swift, overflowing their banks in some places. The fish were fat and feisty. The clients that came in liked to fish. They seemed to be a lot more polite. They also stayed in town, spending money with the locals. This made them welcome because the town liked the extra income from nice tourists. It was easy to take.
Sally had extra duties that appealed to her. She picked up lunch baskets from Madge at the Diner on some days and took them out to the fishing sites. Jim always fried or baked fish for supper. Since everyone wanted to get in as much fishing as possible, he had her bring out lunch in the truck so that they could eat, take a short break, then get back to the rivers.
Sally drove out with the windows down, finding an excuse so that she usually ate with them. She cleaned up after they went back to their fishing. She took her time getting back to the office, then dropped the basket off at the Diner for the next time it was needed. It was beginning to be her idea of heaven.
This day, there was a father and son team fishing. They were getting along. Sometimes families weren’t good on vacation. It was a time to fight or finish a fight, yet these two were getting along helping each other, making bets over who would catch what. She sat back and smiled over their teasing of each other, watching them admire what the morning catch had brought. They were sitting, talking about what a great trip this had turned out to be and she heard the bombshell.
“Well Jim, I think you topped it all with what we saw this morning. I mean in the last couple of years coming out here, we have seen, elk and bear, and about any animal you could name, real close up, but to see a black panther or jaguar was the most amazing experience we have ever had.” This was from the father.
Sally stopped packing and rotated on her crouched down heels to look at the three men.
The son added, “Not only that, he was huge. I almost pissed my pants. Oh, sorry, Sally.” The younger man smiled at the small cuss word. She had heard so much worse from some of the guys who were trying to shock her on purpose, to get her attention—this small cuss from the smiling young man was nothing.
“Yes, that is rare. I’ve never heard of one in this area. When I get a chance, I’ll check with one of State Game Rangers and see if they have spotted this one. Maybe it moved north looking for food.”
The boy smiled. “He looked like he could eat whatever he wanted. Maybe he escaped from somewhere. He looked like he took good care of himself. I don’t believe he’s lived out in the wilds for too long.”
Finally, the dad had to get to the teasing part. “Yep, and I spent all that money on that camera equipment. Tell me, how many photos did you get of him?”
His son threw a wadded up paper towel and they walked away, towards their equipment.
Jim brought over the last of the scraps and looked at Sally. “Hey, are you okay? You look a little pale. Did the food not agree with you? I don’t need the guests getting food poisoning.”
Sally jerked when she realized Jim was talking to her, then looked up at him. “No, I, oh, no, I just got some bad news. Yea, right before I came out. I will have to see what’s going on and I’ll let you know.” She went back to packing up, and even stumbled over to the truck.
Fortunately for Sally, Jim went back to his customers. She was able to get everything into the truck without falling down, without thinking what she was doing, since her mind was on something else. She was in the truck and back on the road when it dawned on her to look at the speedometer. She was doing eighty. She hadn’t realized the old truck could even go that fast as she removed her foot from the gas pedal.
Sally let the truck pull off the road for a moment until she quit shaking. She needed to think things through. Not every black wild cat in the world would mean it was him . Besides, other than in a dream
The local rivers of every size were swift, overflowing their banks in some places. The fish were fat and feisty. The clients that came in liked to fish. They seemed to be a lot more polite. They also stayed in town, spending money with the locals. This made them welcome because the town liked the extra income from nice tourists. It was easy to take.
Sally had extra duties that appealed to her. She picked up lunch baskets from Madge at the Diner on some days and took them out to the fishing sites. Jim always fried or baked fish for supper. Since everyone wanted to get in as much fishing as possible, he had her bring out lunch in the truck so that they could eat, take a short break, then get back to the rivers.
Sally drove out with the windows down, finding an excuse so that she usually ate with them. She cleaned up after they went back to their fishing. She took her time getting back to the office, then dropped the basket off at the Diner for the next time it was needed. It was beginning to be her idea of heaven.
This day, there was a father and son team fishing. They were getting along. Sometimes families weren’t good on vacation. It was a time to fight or finish a fight, yet these two were getting along helping each other, making bets over who would catch what. She sat back and smiled over their teasing of each other, watching them admire what the morning catch had brought. They were sitting, talking about what a great trip this had turned out to be and she heard the bombshell.
“Well Jim, I think you topped it all with what we saw this morning. I mean in the last couple of years coming out here, we have seen, elk and bear, and about any animal you could name, real close up, but to see a black panther or jaguar was the most amazing experience we have ever had.” This was from the father.
Sally stopped packing and rotated on her crouched down heels to look at the three men.
The son added, “Not only that, he was huge. I almost pissed my pants. Oh, sorry, Sally.” The younger man smiled at the small cuss word. She had heard so much worse from some of the guys who were trying to shock her on purpose, to get her attention—this small cuss from the smiling young man was nothing.
“Yes, that is rare. I’ve never heard of one in this area. When I get a chance, I’ll check with one of State Game Rangers and see if they have spotted this one. Maybe it moved north looking for food.”
The boy smiled. “He looked like he could eat whatever he wanted. Maybe he escaped from somewhere. He looked like he took good care of himself. I don’t believe he’s lived out in the wilds for too long.”
Finally, the dad had to get to the teasing part. “Yep, and I spent all that money on that camera equipment. Tell me, how many photos did you get of him?”
His son threw a wadded up paper towel and they walked away, towards their equipment.
Jim brought over the last of the scraps and looked at Sally. “Hey, are you okay? You look a little pale. Did the food not agree with you? I don’t need the guests getting food poisoning.”
Sally jerked when she realized Jim was talking to her, then looked up at him. “No, I, oh, no, I just got some bad news. Yea, right before I came out. I will have to see what’s going on and I’ll let you know.” She went back to packing up, and even stumbled over to the truck.
Fortunately for Sally, Jim went back to his customers. She was able to get everything into the truck without falling down, without thinking what she was doing, since her mind was on something else. She was in the truck and back on the road when it dawned on her to look at the speedometer. She was doing eighty. She hadn’t realized the old truck could even go that fast as she removed her foot from the gas pedal.
Sally let the truck pull off the road for a moment until she quit shaking. She needed to think things through. Not every black wild cat in the world would mean it was him . Besides, other than in a dream
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