Newt Wilson lived outside Clearwater, Florida. It was 1958, and, although he spent more than 20 years as a house painter, he hated it. Still. it paid the bills and allowed him to pursue his one true love -- fishing -- while affording him time for his second-favorite activity: telling tales of bygone days. I remember one yarn, in particular, about a bobcat who ran wild in the neighboohood -- until Newt and his posse got on its tail.





















