Tales of the Old Trapper

Shawn Henninger

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. read less
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009 Old Trapper and The Trip To The Big City
15-02-2022
009 Old Trapper and The Trip To The Big City
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 it smelled delicious.  It looked like something the Old Trapper could eat, but he’d already made a fuss about just eating his jerky.  Cousin Joshua noticed The Old Trapper looking at his sandwich and offered a trade.  Part of His Sandwich for part of the Famous Old Trapper Jerky.   The Old Trapper was one of the best traders in all the Mississippi Valley, but he wasn’t so sure about this deal.  The Sandwich looked good, but it was different.  But sometimes you just have to make the deal and the Old Trapper shook Cousin Joshua’s hand and they traded.   The Sandwich was one of the most delicious things he’s ever tasted.  How has he never had something like this in his life.  Cousin Joshua felt the same bout the jerky.  Everyone in the Big City needs to try this.  The Old Trapper was hesitant but he did bring more than enough to share.   Soon Cousin Joshua and The Old Trapper were meeting all kinds of people in the big city trading Jerky for different foods, clothing, and other goods that the Old Trapper had never seen before.  Some things the Old Trapper Really liked others not so much, but it was all worth the experience.   As the Old Trapper’s Trip was coming to a close he gave his Cousin a Hug and told him he’d ship out some of his Famous Jerky to share with the people of the Big City.  The New Friends that the Old Trapper met came to say goodbye as he began to ride out of town.  Then The Old Trapper Heard the Train Once more.   As the surroundings wizzed By the Old Trapper sat and enjoyed a delicious cup of coffee.  After a little debate the Old Trapper decided that he and the Old Mule could enjoy a nice ride back to the Old Place.  He set up the Old Mule with a cabin of his own as he enjoyed a few more treats and company of some new friends.   The Old Trapper was happy that he went to the Big City, even tho some parts of it were scary he was able to find a bunch of exciting things that he otherwise would have never known. Plus he was able to share a little bit of the Old Place with the City Folk.   The End.
008 Old Trapper and The Mushroom Hunt
24-01-2022
008 Old Trapper and The Mushroom Hunt
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 looked closer.     The Old Trapper had seen an ant hill before and some even bigger than this one, but he took the time to really investigate it.  The Ants were marching in line as they were hauling what looked to be some type of food into the hill.  There was a line going in and a line going out.  Each Ant work to help the community.  The Old Trapper followed the line of ants as it went further and further down the log.  As the Old Trapper reached the end he could see that the line of ants must have gone over 100 feet all the way down to the creek.  This was another great example of nature and something he might have missed if he went back to the Cabin.   The Old Trapper remembered a fence row he had put in years ago in an open field near the back of the Old Place. It was a bit of a walk, but sometimes he would find Mushrooms there.  So the Old Trapper began the hike.  As he walked through the woods he saw that the Cardinals were out flying around. They were very beautiful birds and always brought calm when he saw them.  It was as tho a loved one lost was there just saying hello.   Further up the hill he heard the sound of a woodpecker on an old dead tree.  The Old Trapper searched around the different trees until his eyes stopped as he spotted the Red Headed WoodPecker.  It was making a hole in the old tree to make a new nest for the spring.  Soon it would lay some eggs and not much longer after that the eggs would hatch and some new WoodPecker Chicks would be born.    The Old Trapper watched as he noticed other types of Birds working off the Winter Rust gathering twigs and straw for their new nests.  It wasn’t until he heard the faint sound of leaves that he looked down and saw a large Bobcat walking near the top of the hill.  The Old Trapper Crouched down as it has been Years since he’s seen a bobcat.  The BobCat stopped and looked around as it must have smelled the Old Trapper, but just then 3 small Bobcat Kittens ran behind the larger Bobcat.  Oh what a treat for The Old Trapper’s eyes as he was seeing a mother Bobcat taking her kittens out for their first walk.   The Old Trapper watched as the Bobcat family made their way down the hill and soon out of sight.  It was really amazing to see all of Nature come to life.  The Old Trapper continued up the hill and soon found himself searching along the fence row.  After looking up and down a dozen times he found no Mushrooms.   The Old Trapper began to feel a bit discouraged as he had not yet found a single Mushroom, so he decided that he tried his best, but it was time to head back to the Cabin.  He hoped that maybe the Bear and the Snake had left his two favorite spots and he’d find some Mushrooms there.   All the way back towards those two Trees the Old Trapper saw more and more of the post Winter world.  Squirrels were barking on the trees, a Hawk flew above his head, the Groundhogs were digging the fresh wet earth, and even an Owl decided to say hoot about the day.  The Old Trapper Reached his two Mushroom trees and was delighted to see that both the Bear and the Snake had moved on, but his search turned up zero Mushrooms.   The Old Trapper sulked as he made his way back to the Cabin and went inside to prepare a mushroomless dinner.  The food was good, but he still felt a little upset about the day. If that Bear and Snake had not been at the trees he would have discovered that the Mushrooms were not out yet and could have come back to the Cabin sooner, and not seen a Bear…Or a snake….Or the Woodpecker making it’s new home….The Old Trapper would have even missed out on the Bobcat and her Family…   The Old Trapper sat back and shook his head as today he learned a valuable lesson. Just because your day may not go as you wanted does not mean the day is ruined.  If the Old Trapper had checked his two trees he would of seen there were No Mushrooms and would not have experienced the Wildlife in a Post Winter Day.  I Guess This was a wonderful day after all.   The End
007 Old Trapper and The Perfect Walking Stick
18-01-2022
007 Old Trapper and The Perfect Walking Stick
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 backed away.  The Old Trapper thought this was odd, but before The Old Trapper could react the Racoon grabbed his satchel and took off back toward the timber.  The Old Trapper was stunned and got to his feet as quickly as he could to run after the Old Trapper.   The Racoon dove down under a log and was sprinting fast through the brush. The Old Trapper had a tough time getting through all the brush and was getting caught up in sticker bushes and wacked in the face by limbs on the trees.   The Old Trapper jumped over a log but misjudged the height and fell flat on his face. He looked up and the Racoon was staring back at him with his head cocked. The Old Trapper in his best Racoon sound made it clear that he wanted his satchel back. The Racoon held out the satchel just out of reach from the Old Trapper as the Old Trapper lifted his hand to it the Racoon took off again deeper into the woods.   The Old Trapper had lost the Racoon and was now deep in the Timber. He began to walk towards the creek where he knew he could make his way back to the Cabin.  Following the sound of the running water the Old Trapper began to get very upset.  Not only had he not found the Perfect Walking Stick but he also lost his favorite satchel.   As he reached the edge of the creek he jumped down into the ankle deep water.  He slipped and fell but caught himself on a limb hanging from an old Oak tree. As he pulled himself up he was grateful for the luck from the Limb, but as he looked closer he noticed that the limb was the perfect length and was solid enough to hold him.  Could this be the Perfect Walking stick?   The Old Trapper began to saw the limb and before he knew it the limb was free.  He investigated each part of the stick and it satisfied all the credentials needed for the Perfect Walking stick.  He Trimmed off a few extra pieces and smoothed it as best he could. Now was the true test.  He would use his new walking stick to get back to his cabin.     Being in the creek was a challenge with the slick rocks and mud, but the Walking stick held up and he made it all the way back to his cabin. Now he had lost his favorite satchel, but this was indeed a perfect Walking Stick.  As he walked to the door he looked up and hanging from the door was something in a million summers he’d never guess. It was his satchel.  The Old Trapper looked all over and saw just at the edge of the Timer the Same Racoon looking his way. Now the Old Trapper’s Racoon isnt’ the best but before the Racoon went in to the timber he swore he heard it say “Now That’s the Perfect Walking Stick”   The End
006 Old Trapper and The Lost Fawn
11-01-2022
006 Old Trapper and The Lost Fawn
This week’s Tale of the Old Trapper is titled "Old Trapper and The Lost Fawn" 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 eagerly sat by his window looking out at the field behind his cabin.  Behind his cabin was a field with a few trees that led towards the timber.  These 10 trees would produce some of the most amazing acorns he’s ever seen.  These must have been some of the most delicious acorns in the county because like clockwork every evening a group of deer would make their way from the Timber and snack on this delicious treat.   The Old Trapper loved wildlife so much that he could sit and watch Squirrels play, Racoons chasing each other around the yard, and even loved seeing the opossums hanging from trees.  But his most favorite thing in nature to watch was the peaceful stroll of a Deer.  Now where The Old Trapper was from he would see the White-Tail Deer variety.  He’d seen some Mule Deer that could be found out west, but he would stand by his statement that the Deer here were the best.   This evening just like any other he first saw a couple smaller deer making their way through the timber.  After every few steps they’d stop and sniff the air to check if anyone or anything threatening was around.   They’d continue into the opening and before too long the field would have over a dozen deer snacking away on the Acorns.   This evening out of now where the group of deer took off back into the woods.  Now what on Earth could have startled the herd?  The Old Trapper didn’t see any coyotes or other predators.  Looking off to his left he saw three more deer making their way to the field.  And just behind them he saw what had startled the others.  A big Buck, that the Old Trapper swore he’s seen before, was following the Doe and her two Fawns.     Now the Buck wasn’t doing anything particularly bad but the Big Doe was not entertained by His antics.  The Buck would jump up in the air and scratch at the ground.  If he was a person you’d say he was showing off a bit to impress the girl.  The Doe not interested took off into the woods with the Buck following behind.    The Old Trapper knew this was all planned out by the group.  Sometimes Bucks can be a bit overbearing so once he was gone the other deers returned to continue their evening meal.  There was something beautiful about watching a group of grazing deer.  They move with such ease and peace. It’s amazing that an animal that big could be so quiet.  The Old Trapper looked at his watch as the sun was setting and bid the Deer a quiet goodbye.   The Old Trapper made himself some supper and laid in bed reading his newest book.  As the candle burned down the Old Trapper curled up and was ready to call it an evening.  Shortly before morning the Old Trapper heard what sounded like a cry.  He jumped out of bed throwing on his boots and rushing outside.  His heart was racing as he ran towards where the crying was coming from.   As he made his way to the back of his cabin he saw in one of the fences near the woods a poor fawn stuck in the fence.  The Old Trapper rushed back to his Cabin and grabbed some tools to help the poor animal out of the fence.  Looking around he saw some corn that he thought would help calm the poor deer down.     As The Old Trapper approached the Fawn never being this close to a person before began to thrash around engangling itself even more.  The Old Trapper used a calming voice to talk to the Fawn as he held his hand out with the corn.  The Fawn’s thrashing slowed as it reached out and took a bite from the Corn.  Then she took another bite…and another…and another…Before the Fawn knew it the old trapper had the fence cut away and freed the fawn.   The Old Trapper handed the last of the Corn to the fawn and dusted his hands off.  Pleased with a job well done he assumed the Fawn would run off into the woods and join her family.  But as the Old Trapper walked towards the house he looked back and the Fawn was right behind him.  He Shooed towards her but the Fawn jumped around playfully.  The Fawn thinks I’m playing a game with her, The Old Trapper thought.   The Old Trapper laughed at the silly Fawn and jumped around with her and then allowed her to chase him around the Cabin.  The two took turns chasing each other as the Old Trapper would have never thought he’d ever get to play with a wild deer.  This was a boy hood dream come true.   Now the Old Trapper had a lot to do for the day so he shooed the Fawn once more leading it to the timber, but as he turned around she would follow him back to the cabin.  This will take some Smarts the Old Trapper Thought. So he took some Corn, which the Fawn was very excited to see, and carried it to the edge of the timber.  The Old Trapper Set it down in a pile and as the Fawn was eating the Corn the Old Trapper turned and ran back towards his cabin.  He cut around the corner and stopped to look back towards the Fawn.  She was gone.. Great, he thought back to her Family.  As he turned to walk back towards his door he bumped right into the Fawn.  She Was looking right at the Old Trapper.   This time the Old Trapper led the Fawn further into the Timber and set down even MORE corn.  The Fawn started eating and the Old Trapper ran even faster all the way to his cabin. He opened the door and shut it behind him.  Trying to catch his breath he looked around the Cabin and sat there in his bed….Was the Fawn.   How on Earth did this Fawn get all the way to the cabin before he did…How On Earth did the Fawn get IN the cabin.  The Old Trapper Shrugged and decided that he’d just have to get his work done, with or without the fawn.   The Old Trapper always had chores to do around the Old Place.  He would Feed his Chickens, check the fences, and tend to his trusty old mule.  As he went through the checklist of work the Fawn continued to follow him and even helped haul a thing or two for the Old Trapper.   The Day was long but The Old Trapper was getting ust to the Idea of having a deer around.  It was like having a big dog or a pet goat.  At Dinner he let the Fawn into the house, since apparently she knew how to get in anyway, and made her a bowl of Mixed Corn and Acorn.  The Old Trapper Looked out the window expecting to see the family of deer, but they did not show up.  The Fawn was also looking and this was the first time that day, the Old Trapper could tell the Fawn was sad.   It was getting late so the Old Trapper made a bed for the Fawn and made her promise that Tomorrow they’d find her family. The Old trapper laid in his bed and just before he drifted off he felt the bed shake as the Fawn had jumped at the edge and snuggled up next to the Old Trapper.  It’s only one night the Old Trapper thought.   The next Morning after Breakfast the Old Trapper took the Fawn out into the woods and walked the trails and the Old Trapper looked for tracks of the Deer Family.  The Old Trapper was a master Tracker and within a few hours found where the Deer Family was hiding out.  On a grassy field he saw a couple of the Deer walking around as the rest laid in the tall grass.    The Fawn picked up the scent and took off towards her family.  About halfway the Fawn looked back at the Old Trapper and took a few steps back towards him, but just then the Deer Family saw her.  They began to call out and all  of them ran to the Fawn.  They all happily jumped around and began walking back to where they were laying.     The Old Trapper smiled but was a little sad to have to say goodbye to his new friend.  It wouldn’t have been too bad to have a deer around the place.  As he reached the Trail a soft head bumped his hand.  He looked down and the Fawn was looking up at him.  He Patted her on the Head and the Fawn jumped one last time and ran back to her family.   The Old Trapper made it back to his cabin and finished his daily chores.  As he sat at the table he finished his meal and looked out the window.  The Deer had stopped coming around as most of the Acorns were gone, but each year when the deer come back he swears that there is always a Doe that looks towards the Cabin waiting for their Dinner of Mixed Corn and Acorn.   The End
005 Old Trapper and The Mississippi Catfish
04-01-2022
005 Old Trapper and The Mississippi Catfish
This week’s Tale of the Old Trapper is titled "Old Trapper and The Mississippi Catfish" 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 finishing up packing for his next big adventure. There was nothing more fun to the Old Trapper than going to the Mighty Mississippi River and floating downstream.  The River was one of the most powerful in the world and it was always important to be prepared.   The Old Trapper looked over his inventory to make sure he had everything he needed. Extra Clothes, a fishing pole, a tent, and all the tools needed for a fire.  This was going to be the greatest float trip ever.  The Old Trapper hooked up his Mule and set out for the Mighty Mississippi.   Living so close to one of the biggest Rivers in the world was a special treat for The Old Trapper.  He went to his favorite spot that was just a few hours' ride away.  Not only was this the place he’d put his trusty raft in but also one of his favorite fishing holes.  The number of Catfish he caught here could have filled 10 thousand ponds.   The Old Trapper pushed his raft into the water and decided to cast his line a few times before setting off.  After his first cast he felt a giant pull on his line and within moments his line broke.  Now the Old Trapper had caught a few big fish in his day, but this one seemed much bigger.  So he quickly fixed his line, strengthened it the best he could and casted again.    Just as quickly as the first time a giant fish took hold of the bait and began pulling on the line.  The Old Trapper was losing his balance and tried with all his might to pull the fish in.  But the ground he was standing on was quickly turning into a slippery mud slide and he fell face first onto his raft.   Holding on tight to his fishin pole the power of the fish began to Pull the old trapper down river on his raft.  The Old Trapper moved as fast as he could to sit up on his raft and tried to paddle with one hand back to shore, but the power of the river and the fish quickly moved the Old Trapper further from shore.  The Old Trapper looked back and saw sanding at the edge of the Water his Trusty Mule..And all of his supplies.   Now a person might ask “Old Trapper Why didn’t you just toss the pole in the water and go back to shore” The Old Trapper probably would have replied “That was my trusty pole or a fish that big If I didn’t catch it and bring it in No one would believe my tale”  So the Fight began between man and fish.   At first the Old Trapper thought he had the fish licked as he was pulling it in closer and closer to his raft, but as he saw what looked to be a 6 foot Catfish it dove deeper down into the river and nearly pulled The Old Trapper Right off his boat.  The Old Trapper dug his feet in and pulled and pulled but as he looked up he quickly saw the river was speeding up.   The Old Trapper hooked his pole into the raft the best he could and grabbed his paddle.  The Old Trapper and the Catfish were going down the rapids and needed to team up to make it through.  The Old Trapper would paddle left and right avoiding all the rocks sticking up out of the water and try to keep his vision clear as splashes of cold water hit him in the face.  All a sudden there was a big boom as the raft had collided with a log in the water.   The Pole began to bend as the Giant Fish tried to move downstream but the Old Trapper was stuck behind the log.  Frantically the Old Trapper pushed with his paddle trying to get over the log.  With that much force the Old Trapper finally cleared the log and flew at least 30 feet in the air.  “YAHHOOOOOOOO” Old Trapper yelled as he came crashing down into the water.   As the river began to slow once more the Giant Catfish was showing signs of being worn out just as much as the Old Trapper.  He looked around at the edges of the River and realized he was much further downstream than he had been in years past, but his eyes weighed heavily from all the paddling he decided to rest for a moment.   The comfort of the flowing river and the warm sun on his face the Old Trapper drifted off until he felt the Raft come to a complete stop.  The Old Trapper stood up and noticed the fish was still hooked on his line.  He Made his way onto the shore pulling his raft with him and continued the battle with the fish.   The Fish was getting closer and closer to shore and the Old Trapper was wrong; it wasn't a 6 foot catfish, but instead had to be at least 10 feet long.  This was a monster fish and could easily swallow a whole horse buggy.  The Catfish laid on the edge of the shore still partially submerged and wiggled from the warmth of the sun.  The Old Trapper went down and started to pet the Catfish and estimated it had to be very very old.  Sensing that the Catfish was getting startled he gently removed the hook from the fishing line and pushed it slowly back into the Mississippi river.   The Old Trapper watched as the Giant Catfish disappeared deep into the river.  Now the Old Trapper was way downstream and wasn’t sure how he would get back to his cabin.  So he decided to do what he always did when he needed some time to think. And that was to cast a line out into the water and do a little fishin.   After some time past and enough fish for dinner were caught he stood up and decided his best bet was to start walking back up river.  Just as he turned to make the journey he saw coming down the hill his trusty mule with all of his gear.  The Old Trapper smiled to himself as his Old Mule had saved him numerous times and this was just another one to add to the books.   The Old Trapper hugged the old Mule and took out an apple from his pack as a treat for the mule.  The Old Mule took the treat and nuzzled the old trapper. The Old Trapper set up camp and had fresh fish for dinner as he once again had traveled the mighty Mississippi and had an amazing Fish Tale to share.   The End.
004 Old Trapper and The Snowy Deer Hunt
28-12-2021
004 Old Trapper and The Snowy Deer Hunt
This week’s Tale of the Old Trapper is titled "Old Trapper and The Snowy Deer 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: The Old Trapper Looked out his window as the moon was shining down on the fresh snow that had just finished falling from the sky.  The Old Trapper was up even earlier than usual because he had an adventure planned for the morning.  He was preparing for his big deer hunt. Each year around this time he would get up early, put his chili on the stove to warm up, get his warmest hunting clothes and set out for the day.   This year it was going to be an important hunt as his favorite deer skin jacket was beginning to wear thin.  It had a hole under an armpit and one of his pockets was torn clean off.  He also needed to get plenty of meat to get him through this year's winter.  It wasn’t the coldest or snowest he had seen but still was challenging.  He might even luck out and find a Racoon in one of his traps that he could make into a new hat.   The Old Trapper had been on many successful deer hunts and knew that it took finding just the right spot, being quiet, getting to your spot early, and a little bit of luck.  This year he had been tracking for months in preparation and had the perfect spot picked out.  He was so excited for this year’s hunt that he had trouble getting to sleep.  As he would drift off he would quickly wake up fearing he’d sleep in too late.   The wind was chilly as the Old Trapper walked out of his front door and headed to his spot.  The Snow was only a few inches thick and perfect to track any deer, but it also made a loud crunch crunch crunch as he made his way into the woods.  The Old Trapper loved the quiet of the morning and stopped to admire all that nature had to offer.   The Old Trapper climbed over a log he had scouted out earlier and sat down with his back against it.  This would be a nice spot to sit and wait for the deer to show up.  The Air was blowing harder and the Old Trapper bundled up as tight as he could trying to keep warm.  He could see his breath in the air and small ice cicles started showing up in his beard.  This will all be worth it for my new Coat and meat for my chili.    The Old Trapper was sitting much earlier than he had anticipated as the moon was still shining.  As he sat with his back against the log he moved to get more comfortable and laid his head back.  His eyes began to fill heavy and he felt himself drift asleep.  Just as he was drifting off he heard a big crash of branches and crunching of snow.  The Old Trapper’s eyes popped open as he looked all around expecting to see the biggest deer of his life. His heart was racing and he lifted up his black powder rifle ready to take aim.  But The Old Trapper did not see any deer.  In fact he didn’t see anything at all. He kept looking when he heard small barks of a squirrel.  Standing just to his left was a grey squirrel looking at the Old Trapper.   The Old Trapper Smiled and sat back down as the Squirrel raced around the tree and jumped back onto the branches.  After watching the squirrel for a few moments it slowly disappeared deeper into the woods.   The Old Trapper leaned back against the tree and slowly drifted off once again.  This time as he was just beginning to dream of his famous chili all around him snowflakes began to fall.  First there were a few here and there. But after a while it began to come down quickly covering the Old Trapper.  Now you may think that this would wake the Old Trapper and cause him to get cold, but the Snow actually helped to warm him up as it made a small Snow Fort around him.   Snuggled up the sun rose and started to warm the Old Trapper. This caused him to fall into an even deeper slumber.  Lots of wildlife started coming out for their own early morning adventures.  A Bird flew down to pick the last bit of twigs for their nest.  A Rabbit hopped over the quickly falling snow, and finally a big beautiful buck made its way out of the woods.   Now the Old Trapper’s snores probably sounded more like a deer call and this interested the Buck. It wandered over to where the old trapper was sitting and sniffed near his feet.  The Old Trapper rolled over and laid his head on the fresh snow piling on the log.  The movement startled the Buck as it started wandering back towards the woods.     The Old Trapper feeling the cold snow on his face slowly opened his eyes just in time to see the Buck turn back to look at him.  The Old Trapper tried raising his Rifle but snow had piled around it. The Struggle startled the buck even more but the Old Trapper was able to raise the rifle up and put the Buck in his sights.  When he pulled the trigger there was a loud snap, but no bang.  The Old Trapper watched as the Buck walked back into the woods.  The old trapper checked his rifle and found the problem.  The Snow had melted and caused his rifle to misfire.   The Old Trapper rarely lost his temper but this caused him to become very upset.  The snow was coming down harder so he decided to just go back to his cabin.  As he walked back he heard some children. He was a ways away from them but could tell they were struggling to chop down a tree.  The old Trapper normally would go and see if there was anything he could help with but he was in such a bad mood he was just going to go home.  As he continued on his way he could still hear the children struggling to get the tree chopped down.   Now this is where the Old Trapper stopped and took a deep breath.  Just because he was having a bad day didn’t mean he needed to ignore his values. He was always one to offer a helpful hand to those in need.  So The Old Trapper turned back around and headed to the children to see if there was anything he could help with.   The Children explained to the Old Trapper that they have never cut down a tree and were struggling.  The Old Trapper took his time and explained to the Children how to Safely cut down a tree.  Once it was cut down and chopped up they gathered the wood and took it back to their house. The old trapper helped them stack it neatly in front of their house and accepted an invitation to come inside to warm up.   Once inside The Old Trapper discovered why the children were cutting the tree by themselves.  Sitting with a blanket and a warm cup of water was the children’s father.  “Thank you for your help Old Trapper. I’ve come down with something that has had me stuck in this house for weeks and I haven’t been able to cut any wood to keep us warm.  If now for your help I don’t know what we’d do.  Please join us for dinner.”   The Children’s mother walked in and took the old Trapper’s Deer Jacket with the hole. Upon seeing the hole the Mother offered to fix it.  The meal was delicious and the Old Trapper hated to leave good company but needed to head back to his cabin.  The Family Thanked the Old Trapper once more and the Mother gave the Old Trapper a bag of goodies to take back with him.   The Snow had continued and the trip back was a long one, but with his Deer Jacket fixed he was much warmer than he would have been.  After getting back in his cabin he looked over the bag of items the Family had given him. Inside was a new pair of wool socks, Some deer meat, and a brand new Racoon Cap.  The Old Trapper laughed to himself.  Today was a good day for him as he learned a valuable lesson. Even though he was having a bad day it was always good to remember your values and how good it felt to help others.   The End.
003 Old Trapper and the Christmas Visitors
21-12-2021
003 Old Trapper and the Christmas Visitors
This week’s Tale of the Old Trapper is titled "Old Trapper and the Christmas Visitors" 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 sat in front of the fireplace with a fresh cup of homemade eggnog.  The cold snowy tundra outside was an afterthought as the Fire kept him warm.  Hanging above the fireplace was one of The Old Trappers Socks waiting for a visitor to come down the chimney and fill it with goodies.   The Old Trapper loved this time of year and Christmas was tomorrow which was his favorite day.  As a Child The Old Trapper would wake up and race to the tree his father and he had cut down hoping for presents.  Now as he was older Christmas was time he typically spent by himself.  Each year he had cut down a new christmas tree and decorated it with Popcorn on strings and homemade ornaments.  Always placing the Star his mother made at the top. This year however The Old Trapper had a feeling he should get a bigger tree and place three presents underneath it.   Now the Old Trapper knew that it had been years since he had a visitor on Christmas Eve but he thought he should be prepared.  The Fire crackled as the Old Trapper placed another log on the fire and poured himself the last of the Eggnog.  The Thought popped up in the Old Trapper’s mind that maybe he should make more, but for who?   Just then a knock came on the door and startled the Old Trapper. Who on earth could be coming at this time of night?  The Old Trapper walked to the Door and peaked out the window.  Standing there was an older woman he had never seen before.  She was bundled up and as she spoke The Old Trapper could see her breath in the air.  “Please if anyone is home could I stay by the Fire for a moment?  It’s rather cold out and I just need to rest and then I’ll be on my way”   The Old Trapper opened the door and welcomed the old woman into his home.  He sat her by the fire and wrapped her in one of his blankets.   As she sat down he could see her smile return as the Fire warmed her and her soul.  The Old Trapper made more of his Famous Eggnog and brought her a fresh cup.  “This is the most wonderful eggnog I’ve ever tasted.  I thank you for letting me sit by your fire for a moment.”  The Old Trapper looked upon the woman and she wore shoes that looked tattered but noticed she had no socks.   Old Trapper reached under the tree and pulled one of the Three presents.  He gave it to the Old Woman who smiled with glee.  “It’s been ages since I’ve received a present On Christmas Eve” She explained.  As she opened the Present there was a new pair of wool socks the Old Trapper had swon.  The Old Woman hugged the Old Trapper and put the socks on.  After spending some more time with The Old Trapper the Old Woman said her goodbyes and went on her way.   The Old Trapper Looked down at the remaining presents under his tree there was once Three now only two.  The Old Trapper reached into his cupboard and pulled out some fresh rolls he had baked earlier that day.  The Rolls were a family recipe passed down from generations that were a special treat during this time of year.  As he walked back towards the fire he heard a horse stopping just outfront of his home.  The Old Trapper walked outside and noticed a Horse Man looking down at his Horses hoof.   The Old Trapper Bundled up with his warmest Deer Skin Jacket and met the man out in the Cold Winter air.  The Man greeted the Old Trapper “I apologize for bothering you on this Christmas Eve, but My horse shoe fell off and she’s in need of some rest.  I’m so far from town but if I could just get a place for my horse to rest I’ll be on my way as soon as I can.”   The Old Trapper led the Horse to his stable where it stood next to his Mule and Chickens that had roosted there for the evening.  As the Horse Man and The Old Trapper went into the Cabin the Old Trapper offered him some of his HomeMade Rolls. After a bit the Horse Man Exclaimed “These taste almost exactly like the Rolls My Wife made on Christmas Eve. I was riding all through the night to be home By Christmas to see her and the Children.”     The Old Trapper looked towards the Tree and Grabbed one of the Two Remaining Presents.  Handing the Horseman the present he opened it and found a new HorseShoe that was just the right size for his horse.  “Oh Thank you. Once My Horse is rested I can put this Horseshoe on her and be on my way. I’ll have just enough time to make it home before the Children wake up on Christmas Day”   After the Horseman had warmed by the fire and filled his belly with Rolls and EggNog, the Old Trapper went to the Stable and helped him Shoe his horse and waved as the Horseman went on his way back to his family.   The Old Trapper went back inside, closing the door.  Two visitors on Christmas Eve was a Christmas Wish he didn’t even think to make.  Thinking back on his family he remembered he had the ingredients for one cup of Hot Chocolate.  After warming the milk and mixing the chocolate he lifted the cup as he heard tears from outside.  He went to the door once more and near the stable he saw a small child sitting and crying.     The Old Trapper quickly rushed out the door and brought the scared child back to the cabin.  Again just like the two visitors before the child, The Old Trapper provided warmth, food, and in this instance his last cup of Hot Chocolate.   The Child told the Old Trapper “My Family was traveling and resting for the night. I found myself chasing after a deer thinking it must be one of Santa’s Reindeer. I was all turned around and lost until I found your stable where I sat and cried.”  The Old Trapper knew this Childs Family must be worried especially on Christmas Eve.   The Old Trapper told the Child that she could rest here for the night and in the morning he would help her find her family.  The Child laid near the fire and as the Old Trapper stood he noticed she was missing something.  The Old Trapper grabbed the Last present under the Tree and Handed it to the Little girl.   She opened it quickly excited to get an early gift and inside was a stuffed Fox, that the Old Trapper made himself.  The Child was ecstatic and cuddled the Fox as she Fell Asleep.  The Old Trapper went to his bed and laid his head on the pillow.  As the Old Trapper began to drift off he swore he heard the faint sound of sleigh bells.     As the Morning sun rose the Old Trapper rose from bed and made some breakfast for the Child.  They both Made their way to the Stable where they took out The Old Trapper’s Mule and headed towards where the Girl said her family was.   After a short ride the Old Trapper noticed smoke from a fire and was able to find the Girls family.  They Were all thankful she was safe and thanked the Old Trapper for helping bring their Child home. As the Old Trapper began his ride back to his Cabin he saw the Girl excitedly showing off her new fox.   The Old Trapper walked in the door and stoked the Fire that was starting to die out.  The Old Trapper hadn’t had a visitor on Christmas Eve in so long and this year he had three.  The Joy he felt from giving out gifts and helping warmed his soul as much as the fire warmed his body.   As the Old Trapper took a seat he looked up at the Stocking he hung by the fire.  Every year he hung the stocking and every year it remained empty.  But The Old Trapper noticed that the stocking looked fuller than before.  When he went to the Stocking he picked it up, noticing the weight.  The Old Trapper smiled to himself as he swore once more he heard the faint sound of sleigh bells.   From The Old Trapper and everyone at Tales of the Old Trapper we wish you a Merry Christmas   The End
002 Old Trapper and The Ornery Snake
14-12-2021
002 Old Trapper and The Ornery Snake
This week’s Tale of the Old Trapper is titled "Old Trapper and The Ornery Snake" 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 early morning rain filled the Air with the glorious scent of spring.  The Old Trapper walked out of his Cabin looking up at the rising sun ready for another day outside.  The Old Trapper had a busy day in front of him as he needed to fix the small dam he made down stream, His garden needed to be tended to in preparation for the planting season, and he needed to finish picking the fresh blueberries he had found the day before.   The Old Trapper finished his breakfast which consisted of his last sip of coffee and a bite of toast.  The Old Trapper  put on his moccasins and headed towards the creek.  The Old Trapper didn’t have a chance to look over the conditions of the Dam since winter and was not sure what all he needed to fix.  The Dam was a good way to keep a nice watering hole for fishing.  The Old Trapper got the idea from some Bevers that built their own dam there a few seasons ago, but they moved further downstream which is a tale for another day.   The Sun was rising quickly and the air began to warm up as the Old Trapper made his way to the Dam.  As he approached he could see his watering hole was much shallower than before.  Not sure how this could be as the snow melting and rain surly would have kept the Water Hole full.  When he was within throwing distance of the Dam he was able to see what had happened.   Sitting on the last piece of wood holding what was left of the dam together was a big snake all curled up resting.  The Tail of the snake was sitting just in the water as the Snake slept peacefully on the log.  The Old Trapper has seen some of the biggest snakes this side of the Mississippi, but none as big as this one.  The Old Trapper was not even sure that a snake would be out this early in the year.   The Old Trapper needed to get the snake away from the dam so he could get to work as this was one of his main tasks for the day.  Now the Old Trapper was just as close to an expert on identifying snakes as any person could be, but he always told children to never approach a snake as some can be poisonous and if bitten could cause a lot of harm.  From his experience the old saying of They Are more Scared of you then you are of them was typically true.  This Snake however did not want to leave it’s comfortable log.   The Old Trapper found a long stick that he would use to help pursue the Snake to move on down stream.  The Old Trapper was wanting to do his best to ensure that neither he nor the snake would get hurt.  Plus both could benefit from fixing the Dam. A water hole would work well for The Old Trapper and the snake.  The Snake had other plans, as the Old Trapper nudged the snake it slowly opened its eyes and just stared right at The Old Trapper, flicking its tongue a few times and then going back to sleep.   The Old Trapper stepped back and was even more curious about this Snake.  Never in his life has he had a snake not react when being nudged by a stick.  Some snakes slither away, some get upset, but none just stay put.  The Old Trapper had another idea and thought he could shake the log and try to let the snake fall in the water and swim downstream.  The Old Trapper put his foot on the edge a safe distance from the snake and bounced it up and down.  Each bounce the log would move higher and higher but the snake just opened its eyes and the Old Trapper swore he saw it smile.   Frustrated, the Old Trapper jumped as high as he could and landed on the log, but slipped and fell right into the creek.  The Water barley came up to the Old Trappers hips, but now he was sitting in chilly creek water staring at this snake.  As the two locked eyes the Old Trapper was pretty sure he heard the Snake Laughing at him, but the Snake did not move and closed its eyes.   The Old Trapper did not want to admit defeat but thought the Dam could wait for another day and decided to go ahead and work on his Garden.  Walking back to the Cabin dripping wet he let his mind wander to all the delicious vegetables he was going to grow this year.  The soil seemed excellent for a grand garden of tomatoes, okra, cucumbers, and carrots.  With all the food he was going to grow and the thought of the stews he’d make this winter made his stomach growl.   The Old Trapper reached the cabin and almost had forgotten all about the Snake.  He looked over the open field he would till and plant his seeds.  Taking a mental note of the tools he needed then going around the back of the cabin to get his shovel.  When he reached the location of the tools he swore his eyes were playing tricks on him.     Sitting wrapped around the shovel was a similar looking snake, but it was impossible though the Old Trapper.  This Snake was just as big and the same color, but how could he beat him to the Cabin.  There was no way there could be more than One Snake this big in the area so it had to have been the same Snake.  The Old Trapper was not one to lose his temper that often but as he felt himself get angry he took a deep breath and knew this time he’d get the Snake to move away.   The Old Trapper grabbed the top of the shovel and shook it back and forth, but the Snake did not move.  Again the Old Trapper could swear he saw the snake smile at him.  Was this snake playing a trick on the Old Trapper?  The Old Trapper picked the Shovel up and waved it off the ground a few inches.  The Snake held on and stayed right where he was.  The Old Trapper, now a bit upset, lifted the Shovel off the ground a few feet waving it back and forth trying to get the snake to fall off.  But as he waved the Shovel around he swore he heard the Snake with Glee yell “WEEEEEEEE”.   The Old Trapper put the shovel down and decided that the Garden like the Dam would just have to wait one more day.  With so much of the day gone the Old Trapper thought that he could at least get one task done for the day and that was pick some of those delicious BlueBerries.   The Old Trapper walked to the Blue Berry bush and looked all around expecting the Snake to be there as well.  There was no snake but plenty of BlueBerries to be picked.  The Old Trapper laughed to himself thinking it was silly of him to think the Snake would follow him here too.   The Old Trapper Picked up his basket and began picking blueberries. Once the Basket Felt heavy enough with BlueBerries he decided to head to the Cabin and enjoy his sweet treat.  As he reached the Cabin he set the basket down on the porch and took a seat.   The Old Trapper Opened the top of the Basket and sitting there with BlueBerries all over his face was the same Snake.  There was not a single BlueBerry in sight as the Snake had eaten every single one.  The Old Trapper couldn’t believe his eyes.  The Snake opened it’s eyes and gazed at the Old Trapper.  Slowly and with a full belly it Slithered out of the basket and headed back towards the Creek.   Halfway across the field the snake turned around and looked back towards the Old Trapper as if to say Thanks for the Wonderful Day.   The Old Trapper sat down staring as the Sun was beginning to set. The Day did not go exactly as planned, but it was as the snake seemed to suggest a Wonderful Day and a Tale neither would never forget.   The End