Tales of the Old Trapper

著者： Shawn Henninger
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  • When I was a young boy maybe 5 6 or 7 My Grandfather would sit me down and tell me Tales of The Old Trapper. The Old Trapper was a man who lived many years before my grandfather was even born. The Old Trapper lived on the Land my grandfather had owned that we called the Old Place. But, Before it was the Old Place it was called Home by the Old Trapper. This land is where he went on many adventures. Working with the woods for all the things he needed to food, clothing and shelter. The Old Trapper was not one for lavish things as he only lived in a single room log cabin he built himself. Through his adventures he learned many values that he passed on to the community and anyone who crossed his path through his journeys. So join me as I re-tell the Tales of the Old Trapper just as my Grandfather told them when I was just a child.
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When I was a young boy maybe 5 6 or 7 My Grandfather would sit me down and tell me Tales of The Old Trapper. The Old Trapper was a man who lived many years before my grandfather was even born. The Old Trapper lived on the Land my grandfather had owned that we called the Old Place. But, Before it was the Old Place it was called Home by the Old Trapper. This land is where he went on many adventures. Working with the woods for all the things he needed to food, clothing and shelter. The Old Trapper was not one for lavish things as he only lived in a single room log cabin he built himself. Through his adventures he learned many values that he passed on to the community and anyone who crossed his path through his journeys. So join me as I re-tell the Tales of the Old Trapper just as my Grandfather told them when I was just a child.
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  • 009 Old Trapper and The Trip To The Big City

    009 Old Trapper and The Trip To The Big City
    2022/02/15
    This week’s Tale of the Old Trapper is titled "Old Trapper and The Trip To The Big City" by Shawn Henninger. About Tales of the Old Trapper: When I was a young boy maybe 5 6 or 7 My Grandfather would sit me down and tell me Tales of The Old Trapper.  The Old Trapper was a man who lived many years before my grandfather was even born.  The Old Trapper lived on the Land my grandfather had owned that we called the Old Place. But, Before it was the Old Place it was called Home by the Old Trapper.  This land is where he went on many adventures.  Working with the woods for all the things he needed to food, clothing and shelter.  The Old Trapper was not one for lavish things as he only lived in a single room log cabin he built himself.  Through his adventures he learned many values that he passed on to the community and anyone who crossed his path through his journeys. So join me as I re-tell the Tales of the Old Trapper just as my Grandfather told them when I was just a child. Follow The Tales of the Old Trapper on Twitter @OldTrapperPod. Email Tales of the Old Trapper at OldTrapperPodcast@gmail.com This Weeks Tale:   The Old Trapper was sitting at his kitchen table relaxing when there was a knock on the door.  The Old Trapper rarely had visitors so it was a bit of a surprise.  Looking outside the Old Trapper saw a man wearing a blue outfit and just behind him was a beautiful horse.  On the Side of the horse were the initials for the Postal Service.  A Mail delivery? Just for me, thought of the Old Trapper.   The Old Trapper opened the door and was greeted by a US Postal Delivery man.  I have a letter for a Mr Old Trapper.  The Old Trapper accepted the letter and invited the delivery man in for a cup of coffee.  With deliveries that spanned miles the Mail Men of the old days would take time to rest before heading back on the trails.  The Old Trapper made the MailMan a cup of coffee and brought him a fresh muffin he had made that morning.   The Old Trapper enjoyed the company but the letter sitting near his pantry kept his attention. Who on Earth would be sending me a letter?  The Mail man feeling rested thanked the Old Trapper for the hospitality and headed back on the trail.   As soon as the Old Trapper was done waving goodbye he rushed over to the letter and opened it up.  The Letter was from his Cousin Joshua who lived in the big city.  In it The Old Trapper’s Cousin let him know about all the things the Big City had to offer and extended an invitation for the Old Trapper to come visit.  The Old Trapper was so excited and put his plans together to visit Joshua in the Big City.   The Old Trapper wrote out a letter to Joshua explaining all the excitement that was happening at the Old Place and a date for when he’d come to the big city.  The Old Trapper sealed up his letter and rode all the way to the local post office which was a day’s ride away.  The Letter was stamped and would reach his Cousin in a matter of weeks or sometimes months depending on how long it took to get there.   The Old Trapper counted down the days till he would make a trip to the Train Station and ride to the big city.  The Old Trapper had rode a Train or two in his day but there was something about riding in a big machine that made the Old Trapper uneasy. Sure you would get where you wanted quickly, but you missed out on all the sites on the way there.   The day was here and the Old Trapper rode his Trusty Old Mule to the Train Station.  As he approached the ticket counter he could hear the loud train.  There was a lot of smoke coming from the engine.  The Old Trapper thought more about the ride and realized he’d not be able to see any of the countryside.  The Old Trapper decided he’d make the long journey on his trusty mule.   Always being prepared, the Old Trapper already had everything he needed for a long journey.  He had to make a few stops along the way but was enjoying the beautiful countryside.  Soon in the distance he saw the Big City.  As he rode into town he noticed that everyone in the big city dressed very differently than the Old Trapper.  The Old Trapper wore Buckskin pants and a buckskin jacket. He even wore his most prized Racoon hat.   Soon the Old Trapper realized that the people in the Big City were staring at him just as much as he was staring at them.  The Old Trapper set his Old Mule up in a stable and went to meet up with his Cousin.  As soon as they met they shared a big hug and sat down at the table.   The Food in the Big City was very different from what The Old Trapper was used too.  They had odd things that The Old Trapper wasn’t sure he’d even like. The Old Trapper, ever prepared, decided just to pull out his jerky and eat that instead of the odd sandwich his cousin ordered.  Again the Old Trapper caught himself thinking how odd everything was in the Big City, and again he felt out of place.     Old Trapper’s Cousin’s sandwich showed up and ...
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  • 008 Old Trapper and The Mushroom Hunt

    008 Old Trapper and The Mushroom Hunt
    2022/01/24
    This week’s Tale of the Old Trapper is titled "Old Trapper and The Mushroom Hunt" by Shawn Henninger. About Tales of the Old Trapper: When I was a young boy maybe 5 6 or 7 My Grandfather would sit me down and tell me Tales of The Old Trapper.  The Old Trapper was a man who lived many years before my grandfather was even born.  The Old Trapper lived on the Land my grandfather had owned that we called the Old Place. But, Before it was the Old Place it was called Home by the Old Trapper.  This land is where he went on many adventures.  Working with the woods for all the things he needed to food, clothing and shelter.  The Old Trapper was not one for lavish things as he only lived in a single room log cabin he built himself.  Through his adventures he learned many values that he passed on to the community and anyone who crossed his path through his journeys. So join me as I re-tell the Tales of the Old Trapper just as my Grandfather told them when I was just a child. Follow The Tales of the Old Trapper on Twitter @OldTrapperPod. Email Tales of the Old Trapper at OldTrapperPodcast@gmail.com This Weeks Tale: This week’s Tale of the Old Trapper is titled Old Trapper and The Mushroom Hunt by Shawn Henninger.   As the long winter months begin to come to an end and the streams fill with water from the melting snow, The Old Trapper begins to have just one thing on his mind.  Spring is around the corner.  There is something about the April Rains that brings all the blooming plants back to life.  The Trees begin to fill with leaves and the animals make their way back from their long winter break.  With the Rain and warming weather there is one thing that the Old Trapper has on his mind.  Wild Mushrooms.   The Old Place that the Old Trapper made his home was known in the state to have some of the biggest most delicious Morel Mushrooms.  Some people nicknamed them Dryland Fish, or hickory chickens and even Honeycomb mushrooms.  No Matter Wha people liked to call them the Old Trapper knew they were delicious.   Now there are a lot of Mushrooms that grow wild and the Old Trapper was very careful to make sure that any Mushroom he ate was safe.  Now Mushroom hunting took a lot of walking in the woods so the Old Trapper always made sure he had his Perfect Walkingstick, water, and a small bit of Jerky in case he got hungry.   The Old Trapper would always start his Mushroom hunting in one of two places.  There were two big old trees that he would always find the best mushrooms at.  Whenever he would go out if there were Mushrooms to be found they would be there.  Usually if The Old Trapper did not find any Mushrooms at either of these two Trees, he’d call it a day and go back to the Cabin.  The Old Trapper made his way up the hill and was walking towards the first tree when he saw something slither from behind.  He looked and curled up was a Timber Rattlesnake.   The Timber Rattlesnake was moving rather slow so the Old Trapper knew it must have just slithered out of it’s Winter Den.  No worries Mr Snake The Old Trapper Thought. I’ll come back later and check this tree, I still have my second trusty Mushroom tree.  As the Old Trapper Made his way to his second tree he looked and saw curled off to the side a Medium Size Black Bear.  Now he’s seen one or two Black Bear around these parts but it’s not too common. And A Black Bear out of his den was usually a hungry bear, so the Old Trapper thought to himself that he could check Tree number two later.   The Old Trapper made it a safe distance from the Black Bear and took a seat to drink some water and rethink his plan.  Never in all his years had the Old Trapper skipped looking for Mushrooms around both Trees.  He Began to get flustered as the Old Trapper was one who liked to stick to his plan, but the Rattlesnake and the Bear had thrown him off.   The Old Trapper finished his last bit of Jerky and thought to himself I could go back to the Cabin since my plan was ruined or I could continue to have a wonderful day out in the woods looking for Mushrooms.  One choice: I'll go home, grumpy, with no Mushrooms.  The other Choice I’ll be outside, get some much needed hiking in, and potentially have some mushrooms.     So the Old Trapper did what he thought was best and continued on his Mushroom Hunt.  Now most times when you are Hunting you have to be quiet and sneak around.  Find a spot to sit and wait for something to come your way, but With Mushroom hunting you don’t have to worry about the Mushrooms running away, although some people will tell you they can shrink back into the ground, but you have to look at where they are growing.   The Old Trapper always went off the trail when Mushroom hunting as they tended to be around fallin trees or areas that were wet, but got some sun.  The Old Trapper began looking at a fallen tree kicking around some of the bark, but no luck.  As he kicked more bark he disturbed a ant hill and ...
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    9 分
  • 007 Old Trapper and The Perfect Walking Stick

    007 Old Trapper and The Perfect Walking Stick
    2022/01/18
    This week’s Tale of the Old Trapper is titled "Old Trapper and The Perfect Walking Stick" by Shawn Henninger. About Tales of the Old Trapper: When I was a young boy maybe 5 6 or 7 My Grandfather would sit me down and tell me Tales of The Old Trapper.  The Old Trapper was a man who lived many years before my grandfather was even born.  The Old Trapper lived on the Land my grandfather had owned that we called the Old Place. But, Before it was the Old Place it was called Home by the Old Trapper.  This land is where he went on many adventures.  Working with the woods for all the things he needed to food, clothing and shelter.  The Old Trapper was not one for lavish things as he only lived in a single room log cabin he built himself.  Through his adventures he learned many values that he passed on to the community and anyone who crossed his path through his journeys. So join me as I re-tell the Tales of the Old Trapper just as my Grandfather told them when I was just a child. Follow The Tales of the Old Trapper on Twitter @OldTrapperPod. Email Tales of the Old Trapper at OldTrapperPodcast@gmail.com This Weeks Tale: There are a few things in the Old Trapper's life that he just can not go without.  His Trusty fishing pole that he uses when he needs some time to think or some fish for dinner.  The Cast Iron skillet he uses to make most of his meals in.  And a Walking stick.  Now the Old Trapper had a reliable walking stick that he had used for years.  He always made sure to put it back in its proper place when finished walking.     On his last hike he noticed that the middle was beginning to feel weak.  As the old trapper investigated he felt his favorite walking Stick break in two and in the middle of the walking stick he saw a bunch of Termites eating away. The Old Trapper felt a rush of sadness as this walking stick had been with him on numerous mushroom hunts, hikes, and from time to time helped to stoke his bonfires.       The Old Trapper gave his walking stick a worthy farwell.  After removing all the termites he put the pieces in his fire and watched reminiscing on all the memories from the Walking Stick.  Now it’s always sad to lose something that you love, but with a walking stick this presented a great opportunity.  Now was the time for The Old Trapper to set out and find the Perfect Walking Stick.   As most of the Old Trappers tales began he woke up early in the morning and had a large breakfast.  He packed a Lunch and some water as finding the perfect Walking Stick would take more than just a few hours.  The Old Trapper Stepped outside the Cabin and headed into the Timber.   The trick with Finding the Perfect Walking Stick is that there are a lot of potential finds on the ground.  When walking you may find one that is the perfect length, but when you pick it up you find that it has sat on the timber floor for way too long and has rotted.  Or you’ll find the end of a walking stick you think would be perfect, but as you pick it up you discover it is much too short.  There’s always the problem when you try to adjust a walking stick that needs a few pieces cut off or some bark removed.  In the work put into making the perfect walking stick sometimes accidents happen and the perfect walking stick wasn’t perfect after all.     The Old Trapper on a number of occasions had accidently broken or messed up what he thought would be his perfect walking stick.  This could get very frustrating for the Old Trapper, but he always remembered that just because this wasn’t his perfect Walking Stick didn’t mean that the perfect walking stick didn’t exist, it just meant he had not found it yet.   The Old Trapper was hiking through the timber and found a lot of potential walking sticks, but none of them were perfect.  The Old Trapper felt as though all the sticks began to merge together as he was now having trouble telling a good walking stick from the perfect walking stick.  So the Old Trapper decieded that he was putting too much thought into his search so it was time for a break, which lucky for him it was Lunch Time.   The Old Trapper walked out of the Timber and found a nice spot in the middle of the field to sit and eat the lunch he had packed.  He had some Jerky, the homemade bread he had made the previous week, and an apple.     After finishing the last of his jerky and bread he took a few bites from his apple. Just then at the edge of the timber he spotted a fat Racoon.  Now the Old Trapper was full so he thought maybe the Racoon would like the rest of his apple.   The Old Trapper was one of if not the best animal caller in all the mid-west.  He could call in deer, squirrells, and sometimes even have a full conversation with Owls…Talking just like an owl.  So he called out to the raccoon and slowly but surely that Racoon walked up to where the Old Trapper Was sitting.   Holding out the Apple the Racoon sniffed and pawed at it for a moment, but the...
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