I was trollin’ in the dark for walleye, it was probably 9:30 at night. As I was passing by Dino Island, I saw something moving in the water and thought it was a muskrat. When I passed the thing it didn’t go down, which was strange because usually muskrats will go underwater if you get too close. A few minutes later I noticed it again and said, “I’m gonna see what the heck that is.”
So I turn the boat and putt-putt over but I still wasn’t sure what it was, so I grabbed one of my nets and scooped it out of the water. When I got the little bugger untangled; I was like, “Oh! That’s a flying squirrel!” A flying squirrel swimmin’ – not something you see every day.
Once I got him into the boat, I wrapped him in a towel and tucked him into my sweatshirt to dry him off and warm him up. Then I fished for another hour with my new buddy, but then he started to get a bit rambunctious, so I pulled up to the shoreline and tried getting him to climb up a tree, but he was having none of that. He was quite comfortable in his little cocoon. So I took him back to the boat, left him in my sweatshirt as I fished, and around one in the morning I got home. He spent the night in a cardboard box eating trail mix. The next morning we released him into the backyard. Haven’t seen him since.
This has been the fourth story from the first appendix of the book The Monksville Chronicles. Here is everything you need to know about it:
The Monksville Chronicles
- A novel about storytelling
- Book stats:
– 276 pages
– 72,749 words
– The Here and Now | I
– The Sandbox | 0.5
– Revision Date: July 20, 2021
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