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Trapping Buddies

The cabin was smelly and warm, made toasty by three old trapping buddies. Dick, the coyote man, Mark, the mink maestro, and Always-alive Raccoon Roy. Raccoon Roy lit up his cigar, and offered the boys one. He had been handing these sixty-five year old boys cigars since they were eight; as he had twenty-four years on them. “I can tell you which county a coyote comes from, just from looking at the pelt,” Dick said. “I can tell you where his last scat is, just by looking at a trapped mink,” Mark said. They both took a puff and studied each other. “I can tell you who trapped it, by looking at its head,” Dick said. “I can tell you what month it was born by touching its fur,” said Mark. They glared at each other. “I can tell that you two have not changed a bit,” said Always-Alive Roy. They bragged, and they laughed, and they trapped for three days and three nights. A last hurrah for Raccoon Roy, as it was his final hunt, him being eighty-nine, and having only a month left due to a horrible disease called cancer. A terrific reminder to the other two that they were still the same boys who had met in kindergarten sixty years earlier, and they should trap together as long as they could.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 10/9/2018 6:17:00 PM
It feels good to be around friends, you gist, you joke. Your dad must have been a great hunter. I set traps too when I was much younger and stays in the country side (village as we call it here) Sometimes, I feel I could go back to those good old days.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/10/2018 1:20:00 AM
My dad and his buddies - all from a small rural Iowa town - went to Canada to hunt together once a year for a week; I cannot imagine what the cabin smelled like, as his clothes had to practically be burned when he returned home after a week of this. But they LOVED it, and they were such great friends! I know they are trapping in heaven.
Date: 10/9/2018 1:31:00 PM
caren, a beautiful story of within a story depicting your father's passion for hunting... did you follow his footsteps?...huggs
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/9/2018 2:56:00 PM
In a completely reverse way, I have two or three live traps. I trap animals and release them into the wild, so they can be free, and happy. I do this in honor of my father who would be duly horrified.
Date: 10/9/2018 10:50:00 AM
I love the outrageous bragging and the glare at each other- priceless! ;D
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/9/2018 11:32:00 AM
This is in memory of my dad, an avid trapper and hunter.
Date: 10/9/2018 9:22:00 AM
It's amazing how when you're young, you think you're going to find a way to live forever; then, reality sets in and you realize that you should've spent more time with certain people, while you had the chance. Well written.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/9/2018 9:41:00 AM
Thank you M.L. Our mortality sets in hard and fast, quickly forgotten after a funeral.

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