Just back.....Saw the Otter

[Skyw]

HI everyone,
I just got back from the Fort. I will write a full report tomorrow. We saw the otter (s), a bald eagle, rabbits, armadillos, and Deer. We had a great time and wished we were still there.

 

[des1954]

Otter-ly delightful!!!

I now name Skyw as an official member of the "Otter-Spotter" club!!

 

[ntsammy5]

OH NO! AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG.

It's driving me otter my mind!

 

[Gatordad]

I failed in my attempt to spot Winnebagos

 

[loveDmouse]

I am going to look for those otters when we go next month. I hope they are still there. They have brought much delight to these boards.

They are otterly wonderful!

 

[ftwildernessguy]

A visual aid for identification of "otters"

 

[des1954]

I failed in my attempt to spot Winnebagos

"Winnebago-Spotter" (albeit enjoyable to some) just doesn't have the same savoirfaire as "Otter-Spotter".

We could call you the "Ya-bo Ya-hoo"!!!

 

[loveDmouse]

A visual aid for identification of "otters"

I think you would like to start a Nutria club wouldn't you?

 

[Gatordad]

"Winnebago-Spotter" (albeit enjoyable to some) just doesn't have the same savoirfaire as "Otter-Spotter".

We could call you the "Ya-bo Ya-hoo"!!!

guilty as charged

 

[des1954]

I think you would like to start a Nutria club wouldn't you?

Oh.... Nutria Club sounds so.... well... NUTRITIOUS!! That would kinda clash with the whole purpose of the

Fort Wild Klub​

Feisty
Ornery
Rowdy
Travelers​

Willfully
Imbibing
Libations
Draughts​

(and)​

Kungalooshes
Liberally
Until
Blitzed​

​

 

[ntsammy5]

A visual aid for identification of "otters"

How in the world did you get a pictue of me?

 

[loveDmouse]

Oh.... Nutria Club sounds so.... well... NUTRITIOUS!! That would kinda clash with the whole purpose of the

Fort Wild Klub​

Feisty
Ornery
Rowdy
Travelers​

Willfully
Imbibing
Libations
Draughts​

(and)​

Kungalooshes
Liberally
Until
Blitzed​

​

So true!

 

[BigDaddyRog]

Ya know...when I was about 17 or so, I worked for Sears and only lived a few blocks away so I usually walked home at the end of the night, if youve ever been to the New Orleans area, you know theres a canal(ditch, dirty stream, whatever your region may call them) on every other street practically. Anyway....I'm walking allong the canal and I see a nutria about six feet ahead of me at the waters edge eating or something. To be at the waters edge would mean that he would have at least a 3ft climb up the bank at one hell of an incline, and I'm thinking "aw, cool....look how cute he is down there, doing his.....nutria stuff" , something made him suddenly notice me, and when he spotted me, he obviously was not thinking the same thoughts about me. He hauled butt up the 3ft climb in a billionth of a second and was hissing and growling and baring these gigantic, what, at the time, seemed like 8" glowing yellow teeth at me and not slowing down or hesitating at all. Im thinking..."This thing is NUTS, he must be rabid!" At 17 you think youre immortal....and coooool, so keeping my composure, I decide I'll just kick his lil rat butt back down into the canal, after all, who does he think he's messin with? Like I said, at 17...you got your stuff together....that is, untill this little demonic rodent got closer and closer...the closer he got, the louder that horrendous noise became and the longer those sharp little fangs got, and then, as a scared little 17 year old boys imagination goes, he wasn't so small anymore, as a matter of fact, in my mind...to this very day, he seemed big enough to have saddled and ridden!!! As my knees began to buckle I realized there would be no "kicking him into the water", as a matter of fact, I'd be lucky to be able to unfreeze my self and get to running.....quick!!! Finally I found my feet moving faster than I'd ever thought I could get them to moving, and there I was....running like a scared little girl with a nutria right hot on my heels....Im not real sure, but I figure I was probably screaming like a little girl too, but since there were no witnesses, I'll never admit to it!! It must've been a block and a half before I got nerve enough to turn around to see if he was still chasing me and he was gone...nowhere in sight...WHEW!!!
Now, When I get to the fort in a couple of weeks ....desperately searching for the otter family...and I see a mangey bunch of nutria....Im gonna be scarred for life, for you see...I know that nutria were sent directly from hades by Satan himself to nab folks and drag them down to the deepest depths of hell...youve heard of the two-headed dogs that guard the gates of hell?....Them aint dogs baby....thats a fat nutria who ate his offspring and saved the skull to wear as an earring!!!

 

[loveDmouse]

Ya know...when I was about 17 or so, I worked for Sears and only lived a few blocks away so I usually walked home at the end of the night, if youve ever been to the New Orleans area, you know theres a canal(ditch, dirty stream, whatever your region may call them) on every other street practically. Anyway....I'm walking allong the canal and I see a nutria about six feet ahead of me at the waters edge eating or something. To be at the waters edge would mean that he would have at least a 3ft climb up the bank at one hell of an incline, and I'm thinking "aw, cool....look how cute he is down there, doing his.....nutria stuff" , something made him suddenly notice me, and when he spotted me, he obviously was not thinking the same thoughts about me. He hauled butt up the 3ft climb in a billionth of a second and was hissing and growling and baring these gigantic, what, at the time, seemed like 8" glowing yellow teeth at me and not slowing down or hesitating at all. Im thinking..."This thing is NUTS, he must be rabid!" At 17 you think youre immortal....and coooool, so keeping my composure, I decide I'll just kick his lil rat butt back down into the canal, after all, who does he think he's messin with? Like I said, at 17...you got your stuff together....that is, untill this little demonic rodent got closer and closer...the closer he got, the louder that horrendous noise became and the longer those sharp little fangs got, and then, as a scared little 17 year old boys imagination goes, he wasn't so small anymore, as a matter of fact, in my mind...to this very day, he seemed big enough to have saddled and ridden!!! As my knees began to buckle I realized there would be no "kicking him into the water", as a matter of fact, I'd be lucky to be able to unfreeze my self and get to running.....quick!!! Finally I found my feet moving faster than I'd ever thought I could get them to moving, and there I was....running like a scared little girl with a nutria right hot my heels....Im not real sure, but I figure I was probably screaming like a little girl too, but since there were no witnesses, I'll never admit to it!! It must've been a block and a half before I got nerve enough to turn around to see if he was still chasing me and he was gone...nowhere in sight...WHEW!!!
Now, When I get to the fort in a couple of weeks ....desperately searching for the otter family...and I see a mangey bunch of nutria....Im gonna be scarred for life, for you see...I know that nutria were sent directly from hades by Satan himself to nab folks and drag them down to the deepest depths of hell...youve heard of the two-headed dogs that guard the gates of hell?....Them aint dogs baby....thats a fat nutria who ate his offspring and saved the skull to wear as an earring!!!

Thank you for that story. That was too funny although I am sure it wasn't too funny at the time. Who would have thought they would be so mean. Maybe he/she was having a bad day.

 

[ftwildernessguy]

How in the world did you get a pictue of me?

I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you then.

 

[ftwildernessguy]

Ya know...when I was about 17 or so, I worked for Sears and only lived a few blocks away so I usually walked home at the end of the night, if youve ever been to the New Orleans area, you know theres a canal(ditch, dirty stream, whatever your region may call them) on every other street practically. Anyway....I'm walking allong the canal and I see a nutria about six feet ahead of me at the waters edge eating or something. To be at the waters edge would mean that he would have at least a 3ft climb up the bank at one hell of an incline, and I'm thinking "aw, cool....look how cute he is down there, doing his.....nutria stuff" , something made him suddenly notice me, and when he spotted me, he obviously was not thinking the same thoughts about me. He hauled butt up the 3ft climb in a billionth of a second and was hissing and growling and baring these gigantic, what, at the time, seemed like 8" glowing yellow teeth at me and not slowing down or hesitating at all. Im thinking..."This thing is NUTS, he must be rabid!" At 17 you think youre immortal....and coooool, so keeping my composure, I decide I'll just kick his lil rat butt back down into the canal, after all, who does he think he's messin with? Like I said, at 17...you got your stuff together....that is, untill this little demonic rodent got closer and closer...the closer he got, the louder that horrendous noise became and the longer those sharp little fangs got, and then, as a scared little 17 year old boys imagination goes, he wasn't so small anymore, as a matter of fact, in my mind...to this very day, he seemed big enough to have saddled and ridden!!! As my knees began to buckle I realized there would be no "kicking him into the water", as a matter of fact, I'd be lucky to be able to unfreeze my self and get to running.....quick!!! Finally I found my feet moving faster than I'd ever thought I could get them to moving, and there I was....running like a scared little girl with a nutria right hot my heels....Im not real sure, but I figure I was probably screaming like a little girl too, but since there were no witnesses, I'll never admit to it!! It must've been a block and a half before I got nerve enough to turn around to see if he was still chasing me and he was gone...nowhere in sight...WHEW!!!
Now, When I get to the fort in a couple of weeks ....desperately searching for the otter family...and I see a mangey bunch of nutria....Im gonna be scarred for life, for you see...I know that nutria were sent directly from hades by Satan himself to nab folks and drag them down to the deepest depths of hell...youve heard of the two-headed dogs that guard the gates of hell?....Them aint dogs baby....thats a fat nutria who ate his offspring and saved the skull to wear as an earring!!!

You know, I've been having kind of a stressed out week again, and I'll tell you, this story made me smile and laugh. Thanks, BigDaddyRog. You are truly a great story teller.

 

[BigDaddyRog]

Who would have thought they would be so mean. Maybe he/she was having a bad day.

Well, in that ferocious beast's defense...several nights later I saw her again, needless to say from the OTHER side of the canal,(yes, I changed my route home due to that BULLY)and she had two mini-demons with her, so she was apparently very adamant about her territory AND protecting her mean little family...which I guess I have to respect that, but DAAAANG....she was an ornary lil thang.

 

[Gatordad]

Ya know...when I was about 17 or so, I worked for Sears and only lived a few blocks away so I usually walked home at the end of the night, if youve ever been to the New Orleans area, you know theres a canal(ditch, dirty stream, whatever your region may call them) on every other street practically. Anyway....I'm walking allong the canal and I see a nutria about six feet ahead of me at the waters edge eating or something. To be at the waters edge would mean that he would have at least a 3ft climb up the bank at one hell of an incline, and I'm thinking "aw, cool....look how cute he is down there, doing his.....nutria stuff" , something made him suddenly notice me, and when he spotted me, he obviously was not thinking the same thoughts about me. He hauled butt up the 3ft climb in a billionth of a second and was hissing and growling and baring these gigantic, what, at the time, seemed like 8" glowing yellow teeth at me and not slowing down or hesitating at all. Im thinking..."This thing is NUTS, he must be rabid!" At 17 you think youre immortal....and coooool, so keeping my composure, I decide I'll just kick his lil rat butt back down into the canal, after all, who does he think he's messin with? Like I said, at 17...you got your stuff together....that is, untill this little demonic rodent got closer and closer...the closer he got, the louder that horrendous noise became and the longer those sharp little fangs got, and then, as a scared little 17 year old boys imagination goes, he wasn't so small anymore, as a matter of fact, in my mind...to this very day, he seemed big enough to have saddled and ridden!!! As my knees began to buckle I realized there would be no "kicking him into the water", as a matter of fact, I'd be lucky to be able to unfreeze my self and get to running.....quick!!! Finally I found my feet moving faster than I'd ever thought I could get them to moving, and there I was....running like a scared little girl with a nutria right hot on my heels....Im not real sure, but I figure I was probably screaming like a little girl too, but since there were no witnesses, I'll never admit to it!! It must've been a block and a half before I got nerve enough to turn around to see if he was still chasing me and he was gone...nowhere in sight...WHEW!!!
Now, When I get to the fort in a couple of weeks ....desperately searching for the otter family...and I see a mangey bunch of nutria....Im gonna be scarred for life, for you see...I know that nutria were sent directly from hades by Satan himself to nab folks and drag them down to the deepest depths of hell...youve heard of the two-headed dogs that guard the gates of hell?....Them aint dogs baby....thats a fat nutria who ate his offspring and saved the skull to wear as an earring!!!

wussy

 

[loveDmouse]

Well, in that ferocious beast's defense...several nights later I saw her again, needless to say from the OTHER side of the canal,(yes, I changed my route home due to that BULLY)and she had two mini-demons with her, so she was apparently very adamant about her territory AND protecting her mean little family...which I guess I have to respect that, but DAAAANG....she was an ornary lil thang.

Mamas are very protective of their babies. Just be thankful it wasn't a bear.

Again, thanks for the story. It was great.

 

[ftwildernessguy]

I am stealing this story and using it as my own, except I am substituting Allentown, PA as the location, the Lehigh river for the waterway, and bunny for Nurtria.