I`ve not met GFC either but I`m reasonably sure, based on this event, the nutria would be better company.
Bruce, I have no doubt in my mind that if you and I met and sat down to drink a beer and swap tales that I would quickly grow to dislike you. And if I thought it would help speed us to that destination I would bring a trapped Nutria for you to take home, make a pet out of and enjoy for many years.
For the sake of brevity, I shortened the tale I wrote above. For the pleasure of the nutria haters of the world here's the rest of the story.
It was well after dark, I was alone on the small (20' diameter) island where my hunting partners had dropped me off about 1:30 p.m. As I said above, there were no ducks harmed in the making of this tale.
I was sitting quietly on the island when I heard what sounded like a baby crying. Figuring it was my hunting partners coming to pick me up I made a similar sound back to them. I couldn't see anything in the pitch black night. The baby crying sounds continued and kept getting closer. I tried to locate the sound of the baby and kept making my sound to duplicate the crying.
As I sat there peering into the darkness in the direction of the sound I noticed a small wake in the still water and whatever was making the wake and the sound was coming straight for my island.
This "thing" pulled itself up out of the water and started walking toward me. Not knowing what it was but figuring the island I was on was mine because I got there first, and knowing this island was not big enough for both of us, I dispatched the rat with a single shot from my 12 gauge at a distance of about 8'.
I didn't find out till later when we got back to the place we were camping what it was that I had killed.
Did I feel bad about killing it? F**k no! It was MY island and I was not about to share it with something that was as ugly as that nutria.
Now, if the rest of the story p!$$es anyone off, well I'd suggest you take a chill pill then put your big girl panties on and go somewhere and meditate until the anger passes. I'm reasonably sure you will survive this horrific tale.