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Memories from Don

Shared by Don I remember riding my horse to school several times. That was Dixie, the only horse we had at the time. The most exciting walk to school occurred before we moved to the country. In those days we usually went home for lunch. One time, on our way back to school, we encountered a house on fire. We couldn’t tear ourselves away from watching them fight the fire.  I’m embarrassed to say that I was caught in the aisle at school crying because I was late.    I remember the money cache but didn’t recall it’s country of origin.    I’ve forgotten most of my trapping adventures. My goal was to trap and sell the fur. Muskrat was the animal of choice given that mink were so rare. I don’t remember who I sold the pelts too. Maybe at the farmers market.    The technique involved finding evidence of apparent muskrat activity.  I placed the trap at the entrance to the hole in the bank of the river.  The trap was attached to a strong stake in about ...
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Memories from Suzy

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