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.

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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 pla...