Hard To Walk In Ski Boots #1363 by Eddie Trapp 12/18/2014

During the 1986 deer season there was a huge buck roaming near Kensing. The first time I saw him Jean and I were riding around north of Vasco. We turned around at L.D. Malone’s grain tanks and stopped for a minute to look northeast out over several hundred acres of “green stuff.” Several deer were running across the field almost a mile from us. The late afternoon Sun seemed to illuminate the huge rack on the buck. It was the largest I...

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Fred Akers, Roxton, And Coon Hunting #1362 December 11, 2014

This week things have been a little slow so let’s go back and see what was happening in 1986. From my ledger. Monday, December 1, 1986. Honey Grove Junior High came to town for a couple of basketball games. The Puppies are rebuilding this year and Mark Miller made our only two points in the entire seventh grade game. In the eighth grade game it was nip and tuck until the last couple of minutes when a Honey Grove player started hitting...

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Hiccups and Outhouse Poetry # 1361 12/01/14

Each year when the weather cooperates we have our family Thanksgiving at the cabin by the river southwest of Charleston. This year we had forty three attend. Seems like about thirty of them were toddlers. Must be something in the water. It was babies everywhere and people were hollering to get that baby back away from the steep bank. Having that many people creates a slight problem concerning bathroom facilities, especially when some...

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Eighteen Coons by Eddie Trapp # 1360

From my ledger. Friday, November 21, 1986. Cooper played Kerens in area playoff game. Kerens ran the wishbone and their quarterback, Hornbuckle, runs a 4.4 in the forty. They ran option right, Hornbuckle kept the ball, and then cut back left against the grain. 6-0 Kerens. They set up to kick the extra point. The holder caught the ball, raised up, and threw slant end pass to left slotback. 8-0 Kerens. In second half we scored making it...

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Little John by Eddie Trapp, November 13, 2014 # 1358

Last week I was telling about our two day trip through Arkansas and Oklahoma to look at the colorful leaves. A little after dark we arrived in Fort Smith and spent the night. This would be our northern point of the trip and we would begin our winding way home. If you travel through western Arkansas north toward Fort Smith you don’t have many highway choices. It’s basically Highway 71, take it or leave it. Not wanting to retrace our...

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Tom Sawyer And Jenny Lind November 6, 2014, # 1357
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Tom Sawyer And Jenny Lind November 6, 2014, # 1357

Wednesday, October 29, 2014, son in law Jason Barnett and I launched (barely) at Doctors Creek Boat Ramp and caught shad in the cove. The lake is about twelve feet low. Carefully following a narrow trench we made our way out to the main lake. Throughout the day we anchored down in about five different places. Fishing was slow but steady. Before leaving the parking lot we checked our rods and reels. My four rods were strung with one...

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122 Pound Catfish, October 30, 2014 #1356
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122 Pound Catfish, October 30, 2014 #1356

Things were a little slow this week other than getting a boar at Kensing’s Clark Branch on Wednesday with Ronal Kennemer and Clinton Harrington and catching some nice blue catfish at the lake Thursday. At times like this I have to go back to my ledger and see what was happening before I started writing these articles. In 1989 they began appearing in The Cooper Review but I had been keeping a ledger since back in the Sixties. From time...

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Fire Whistle, October 20, 2014, # 1355

Back in the Eighties I was on the jury during a murder trial at the courthouse in Cooper. Seemed like it lasted almost three weeks. Judge Lanny Ramsey presiding and Jim Chapman prosecuting. Witnesses, reporters, and just the ordinary curious attended the trial. Some days the testimony would go a little past noon before we dismissed for lunch. Right at noon, somebody in City Hall would flip a switch and the very loud air raid siren...

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Knock On Wood # 1353

Our annual first Saturday in October squirrel hunting camp lasted from midafternoon Friday until late afternoon Sunday with a Sunday morning break for church. Everyone is welcome to these gatherings but the crowd was shorter than usual since I couldn’t start texting folks until after the front came through Thursday. Very much rain would have prevented us from getting down the dirt road to the river. Fishing has been good the last...

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Waving Girl, October 2, 2014 # 1352

From my ledger. July, 1986 vacation to Smoky Mountains. Greg, Jean, and I went to the Smokies then circled south before heading home. Tuesday, July 8, 1986. Breakfast at a Maggie Valley restaurant. All you can eat for $1.89. To enjoy the scenery we selected a table on a screened in porch. A nearby sign proclaimed it to be the most photographed view in the Smokies. We have seen several of the most photographed places in the Smokies. An...

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