Fishing and the Fox
by: Lloyd Tackitt , Texas 12/27/2013
Years ago my oldest brother and I were sitting on the porch late one gentle spring evening, just talking. One topic led to a different topic as the chain of associated thoughts linked up in seemingly random ways. This is a great way to spend an evening, especially if there is a little bourbon involved, and maybe a cigar or two. Occasionally there would be a pause in the conversation, and we would just sit there together in the kind of companionship only found between brothers.
Something I read today brought back one of his stories. I'll try to tell it as I remember him telling it to me. At the time I thought he was pulling my leg, something he was pretty good at doing. He could tell the wildest story with the straightest face you ever saw. But over the years I've heard other references to this kind of thing happening...so now I don't know if he was pulling my leg or really witnessed this.
"I was fly-fishing up in Montana, not quite in mountains but some pretty rough country. I had to walk a good five miles from where I parked the car, and where I parked the car was as wild-ass country as you could find anyway. So I was way back away from everyone.
"I'd fished for most of the day and sat down near a creek to rest and eat a sandwhich. Probably thirty or forty feet from the stream, but I could see it well enough. I sat with my back to a tree and there was some scrub brush on either side of me. Finished the sandwhich and was about to stand up when I saw something moving along the edge of the creek.
"So I sat still and waited. Pretty soon I could make out this fox that was working the creek bank for something to eat. It got right across from me and picked up a piece of tree bark about the size of my palm, held it in its mouth and then did the damndest thing I ever saw.
"It started backing into the water, very slowly. It took it nearly half an hour to back all the way into the water until only the tip of its nose, and the piece of bark were above water. The rest of it was completely submerged. Then it let the bark go, backed on in the water some more til it was all completely covered with water, then walked out of the water and shook off like a dog does and trotted on down the stream.
"Curious as hell about this I walked over to the stream and looked at the bark. Damn thing was covered in fleas. That fox had backed into the water slow enough for the fleas to hop forward until the only thing for them to hop onto was that piece of bark. Now...how's that for smart?"
Porching is what I call it. Sitting on the porch in the evening and swapping tales. I love porching. I miss Bill's stories, he had tons of good ones.
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fishing bum, CO 12/27/2013 7:51:14 AM
Great read Lloyd, I always love a good porch session.
Coyute, CO 12/27/2013 8:00:29 AM
ratraxinc.com, CO 12/27/2013 6:05:49 PM
I was ice fishing at our private lakes. Not doing to bad I had put a couple on the ice.
I heard something moving outside my hut but didn't think much about it.
Then I cought another one and was opening the hut when I saw a black fox hauling buggy with my last fish in it's mouth.
Needles i now deill another hole and keep my fish on a metal stringer in the water.
ratraxinc.com, CO 12/27/2013 6:09:03 PM
Can't find an edit button. Supposed to say DRILL another hole. Sorry.
FishingApex, CO 12/27/2013 6:09:16 PM
Haha now that's some funny stuff.
Lloyd Tackitt (Lloyd Tackitt), TX 12/27/2013 6:12:56 PM
You know, now that I think about it, I'm glad I don't know if it was one of his whoppers or not. He loved pulling me under like that, thrived on it in fact. I'd rather not know, not now.
Jacob J, CO 12/27/2013 6:25:30 PM
When my father taught me about fishing, hunting and nature in general, sitting with my back to the tree, was the best position. He urged me to be patient and calm. According to his theory - you will become part of the nature and will have visual contact first with bugs, than snakes and lizards, than mices and rabbits and at last with larger creatures.
Thanks to that I saw my first fox, raccoon, dear and adder. Thanks for reviving my memories.
opencage, CO 12/28/2013 10:30:04 AM
Yep, I don't care if it's true either, that's just a great story. Thanks Lloyd.
Ajax5240, CO 12/28/2013 6:56:44 PM
That's pretty darn good! Thanks for sharing!