Say hello to my little friend.
Okay, he's no more than a passing acquaintance. And he's not so little. In fact, I'm merely a name-dropper, because he's actually Farmer H's not-so-little acquaintance.
Farmer H found him on his cabin down by the creek. Not the cabin proper. The barn he built to go with the cabin. He's a tiny-town-building fool. Have steel-crate scrap-lumber, will build. That's Farmer H's motto. At least this time, he did not scoop up this critter in a baggie and send the #1 son into the house with it. He says the board is 4 inches wide, which would make his not-so-little friend about 4 inches from front legs to back. It's probably another Dolomedes fishing spider, like that last one he hauled home.
I'm not fond of his sharing tactics. At least I heard his heavy tread on the basement steps before he appeared in the dark doorway behind me. "Do you like spiders?"
Yeah. "No. You'd better not have one in a baggie. Get away from me!"
Farmer H pulled out his phone. "See here? It's a big one. I left it there."
If it had been offered for a dollar at the auction, he would have bought it.