tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7323142867503435676.post6569114709763304487..comments2021-04-19T10:39:31.912-07:00Comments on Orvel Fletcher: A Lifetime with Mountain Lions: Orvel Fletcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01320052958831076993noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7323142867503435676.post-50460601474903750772020-07-18T14:52:56.869-07:002020-07-18T14:52:56.869-07:00During the summer of 68 I was privileged at age 14...During the summer of 68 I was privileged at age 14 to stay with the Fletcher family during their first summer in Monticello. My dad, Herb Owens, was an outdoor writer and had known Orvel through writing a story about him. I was supposed to stay with the family that would transform me from a city slicker boy into a man. What great memories! Part of my chores were to go to the freezer, get a rabbit, and toss it over the fence to Punkin. I also helped feed the dogs, and remember holding a goat while Orvel removed its horns. I remember the zebra skin on the sofa that always pricked my rear end. I could go on and on, but mostly wanted to share a great memory! Thank you for that!Don Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16603154473139734338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7323142867503435676.post-22866699352818981482008-09-26T20:43:00.000-07:002008-09-26T20:43:00.000-07:00I remember Punkin!! Donna was my best friend in R...I remember Punkin!! Donna was my best friend in Reserve, New Mex. I'd help her with the chores before we could play which meant feeding the dogs. Punkin would be stealthy in the wire cage and would pounce as you went by, like a big kitty. Considerably more of a thrill, tho.Kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01604722010377910820noreply@blogger.com