Defenders of Wildlife

The Everglades

My Father's story from long ago. He loved nature!

Dave Boylston, my father, was sitting against a pine tree in a small clearing in the Everglades, snoozing and waiting for dawn. He was turkey hunting. He sensed someone and squinted his eyes open; walking slowly across the clearing was a panther. He looked at my father and my father looked at him for a short time; then the panther slowly walked off into the woods.

 

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