The man stepped into the dusty store and saw the keeper in the back looking over a large stack of pelts. He walked over for a closer look and could smell the fresh odor of the hunt upon the hides. He noticed there were several different species in the large stack. There were deer and beaver and raccoon and one he wasn’t sure of. He asked the shop keeper, who looked too frail to be a hunter himself, how he’d come upon such a magnificent collection of pelts. The shop keeper, whose name was Sablosky, answered, “Sold to me by the hunters from the river valleys up north, where they hunt their possum kingdom.” ~ Mineral Wells, Texas 1909
Dan Coulter took one look at Jax and knew he was trouble. A fledgling bow hunter, Coulter has a home on the shores of the scenic Possum Kingdom Lake in North Texas, and he’d been hoping to shoot one of the non-native axis deer there; and why wouldn’t he? After all, the imported deer species are bigger than the native whitetail deer, with a beautiful reddish fur and neatly lined white spots; plus the axis antlers are larger and prettier than their white tailed cousins. And if their beauty and size wasn’t enough, their venison is considered to be tastier than the whitetail’s by even the most hardened whitetail hunters. Luckily for Coulter, both types of deer wandered freely around the lake, including Coulter’s property, and with no season or license required to harvest the invasive axis, he had long dreamed of getting a shot at one with his bow.
Then Jax arrived.
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Tragedy turned into comedy when police were called to the Susquehanna River near Williamsport, Pennsylvania to investigate a drowning. Police arrived, and sure enough, in the water and laying motionless was what appeared to be a drowned man. Then, while the authorities stood around planning to retrieve the body, something incredible happened. The dead man sat up. It turns out that Joseph DeAngelo was merely in a deep sleep at the river’s edge when a passerby reported the supposed drowning. An embarrassed DeAngelo apologized profusely and everyone walked away with a chuckle and some relief, I’m sure.
I suppose I can’t really blame the man. For one thing, is there ever a bad time to nap? The story didn’t say so, but I suspect the man is a retired Marine, because we’re taught to sleep on command. Plus, lets face it, being outdoors is just plain hard work. I once fell asleep on the edge of the Brazos River, and I gotta tell you, it was nice, even with the bluegills nipping at my toes. Plus I’ve fallen asleep in my kayak more than once while drift fishing, although that’s probably not a good idea on a crowded summer lake (or if your fishing buddies are practical jokers).
But mostly, I like DeAngelo’s perspective on life. “Enjoy life as you have it…and that’s what I was doing.”
Mr. DeAngelo, I like your attitude and I salute you. Sleep on, sir.
(Video courtesy of WNEP TV)
…Or better yet, just don’t mess with the deputy sheriff at all.
Every time I watch this, I crack up like a school kid. Can’t help it…
When our friend Salsa’s not making movies, he’s usually writing one. But when he’s doing neither, he fishes, and that’s where our story begins. A day of fly fishing on the Upper Brazos River has so many possibilities, but sometimes the ones that materialize aren’t the ones you expected…
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