Friday, January 12, 2007

Part V: New Adventures

In spite of all the busyness involved with getting settled and working on the basement, there were times of fun and entertainment for the boys. When we lived in the city they always wanted to build a treehouse, but strict city codes forbid that from happening. This tree fort was one of their first creations -- and it was truly a work of art! We called this one Andrew's treehouse, and he worked diligently to make sure it was sturdy. I soon figured out that anything damaged or thrown out would soon make its way over to Andrew the junk collector's fort. Andrew could recycle just about anything!

Finally the day came in later September when the cement contractor came to get started excavating the basement. Dan seemed to enjoy being around our boys, and even though he had a lot of jobs going at once in other areas as well as ours, managed to give each boy a lesson in operating a backhoe. This particular photo shows our oldest son working the controls.

Another dream Jonathan had while still in the city was of trapping and hunting. He managed to read every book he could get his hands on regarding the tricks of the trade, and was itching to bring the information he had in his head down into his hands.

Well, the man we bought our land from used to be quite a trapper himself, and whenever we stopped over at their house Jonathan would pine over the traps he saw hanging in their pole building. I guess the last day Slim trapped was over on our land, and he managed to catch 67 muskrats! Someone mentioned Jonathan's interest, and Slim told us the next time he caught a raccoon eating his corn he would give it to Jonathan. His method of getting rid of the varmints was to catch them in a live trap and then drown them. That way the pelt was in good shape. He soon caught one in his trap, and called us to come and get it.

We didn't have all the tools of the trade, but Jonathan did a good job of skinning the raccoon. After he was all done, he hung the carcass across the field and on the edge of the woods for the coyotes. We noted later those carcasses continued to hang and were untouched by anything but flies! Maybe coyotes are fussy eaters.

Jonathan's handiwork was stretched on the side of my wonderful outhouse that was built especially for me by Grandpa Bartlett, and they looked pretty impressive! (The picnic table was also made by Grandpa B, and hauled all the way over here in pieces from New Hampshire when they came just 9 days after we moved to the Turtle Mountains.)

And how, do you ask, does raccoon taste? We all thought it tasted just like chicken, of course!


Anonymous said...

Good one Lynn.

Looking foward to more of this wonderful story.

Gp B

Anonymous said...

HI Lynn!

I hope you and your family are keeping warm during this cold spell.

Thank-you for your continued efforts in sharing your family's story with us all.

Your story is really interesting and I look forward to your next chapter!

Herrick Kimball said...

Hi Lynn-

I want you to know that I am enjoying your real life adventure stories!

BonnieJ said...

I agree, good one! The picture of the treehouse reminded me of the one the boys built years ago, they just took it down recently :( It was getting old and rotting.

Squirrel tastes just like chicken too!

Peggy said...

Hope you are staying warm and safe! I so enjoying stopping by here to read your updates on all the things you and your family are doing!

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Marci said...

Lynn, I also loved to see all the things that Joshua got to do when we moved out from the city. It was a joy to watch him.

On the first Monday night of February, one of our local towns has a coon supper. It is a family tradition on my husband's side. His Dad goes, his Grandpa used to go, uncles, cousins, etc. all go. Joshua goes with him as well. I am thrilled it is a "guy thing".

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