(Terry was the
veterinarian that loaned Franklin the two horses that he rode to
Tallahassee.) Somebody asked Terry if the horses were sound enough
for a 400 mile walk. Terry said no, but they will be by the time they
get to Tallahassee.
Back
to the waiting room. A fellow was sitting there with his pet otter.
He bragged about what a great pet they can be. I noticed he had scars
all over his arms.
I
was laying in a hammock in a cabbage and oak island at Keri hoping
for a turkey or deer to wander by when I saw something black and
humping through the woods, otters have a funny gate. I had recently
seen an outdoor documentary about a family of otters and had picked
up on the otter language, kind of a low "twat-twat-twat.
So
I hauled off with my best impersonation and the otter stopped. I did
it again and he stood up on his hind legs and looked my way. One more
time and he turned and came to wi8thin about 10 feet when I made a
movement and he decided he would rather continue on his journey.
Times
like that are what makes being quiet in the woods worth the time.
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