Speakin about Grazin on wild stuff
About 1950 to 1954 we lived back in the boondocks in Okla. We raised cattle, had a monster truck garden. Dad was a high steel Iron worker and would stay on the job about two weeks then travel home for the week end and then was right back on the job mon. morning leaving me and mom to ride herd on things. Closest town was Crowder Okla. about 30 miles away. Ran the woods with a full blood choctaw kid who lived about a mile from us in a genuine log cabin his dad built out of native oak timber They lived on thier 160 acre indian alottment. I don't guess the Gov. check was too big each month because my friend was in the woods continually in the spring gathering all sorts of green stuff and huntin mushrooms. Our .22's or home made bodark bows and cane arrows were our constant companions. Nothin was safe. It all got ate, big wood peckers, crows,squirrels, rabbits, possems any thing big enough that was worth the cost of a bullet. we didn't know what a hunting lisence was. He would take me down thru the bottoms pointing out what to gather. They Absolutly loved those morel and beefsteak mushrooms. We liked them too but I figured he needed them worse than I did so I only kept a few. I used to be able to recognize other mushrooms, not any more. It was amazin what other green stuff is edible. In the winter I had a trapline and cought tons of critters. Fox, coon, skunk, mink, possem. Any thing I cought in a trap my friend wanted the carcass. He once told me the only thing they would not eat was an owl or a snake. When I cought a skunk I would get my friend to skin it so to avoid the smell. My friend could skin one and never get much of the smell on him . I never minded the smell much but Mom and my teachers sure did. As an old mountain man once said meats meat. I sure remember those days and mushrooms fondly.
Wayles
About 1950 to 1954 we lived back in the boondocks in Okla. We raised cattle, had a monster truck garden. Dad was a high steel Iron worker and would stay on the job about two weeks then travel home for the week end and then was right back on the job mon. morning leaving me and mom to ride herd on things. Closest town was Crowder Okla. about 30 miles away. Ran the woods with a full blood choctaw kid who lived about a mile from us in a genuine log cabin his dad built out of native oak timber They lived on thier 160 acre indian alottment. I don't guess the Gov. check was too big each month because my friend was in the woods continually in the spring gathering all sorts of green stuff and huntin mushrooms. Our .22's or home made bodark bows and cane arrows were our constant companions. Nothin was safe. It all got ate, big wood peckers, crows,squirrels, rabbits, possems any thing big enough that was worth the cost of a bullet. we didn't know what a hunting lisence was. He would take me down thru the bottoms pointing out what to gather. They Absolutly loved those morel and beefsteak mushrooms. We liked them too but I figured he needed them worse than I did so I only kept a few. I used to be able to recognize other mushrooms, not any more. It was amazin what other green stuff is edible. In the winter I had a trapline and cought tons of critters. Fox, coon, skunk, mink, possem. Any thing I cought in a trap my friend wanted the carcass. He once told me the only thing they would not eat was an owl or a snake. When I cought a skunk I would get my friend to skin it so to avoid the smell. My friend could skin one and never get much of the smell on him . I never minded the smell much but Mom and my teachers sure did. As an old mountain man once said meats meat. I sure remember those days and mushrooms fondly.
Wayles
