Chapter Four of Trapper’s Christmas
Recap: the trapper has just finished decorating his tree and making a wreath of evergreen boughs for the door.
Chapter Four
After standing back and being satisfied with his wreath, the trapper heads in to warm his fingers at the wood stove. As he runs his hands together he suddenly jumps to attention. “Pup! We ain’t got just a thing special to eat fer supper!!! I reckon I should go out and try an’ rustle somethin’ up!” So once again he goes to the hook and grabs his mackinaw, boots, hat and beaver skin mittens and his old shot gun from over the door. He heads out, telling the pup to stay warm by the fire, and steps into his snowshoes that hang in the wall outside the door. As he quietly walks down his old familiar trails, the snow begins to fall lightly. He keeps his eyes moving, looking for a dinner prize that will suffice for their Christmas feasting. As he walks he again thinks of times gone and memories of those he loves who he misses so. A small smile comes to his face and then suddenly, his attention snaps back to the present. Straight ahead, seemingly out of nowhere, a turkey gobbles just over the hill in front of him. Immediately he takes to a knee and raises his old trusted shotgun to his shoulder. The turkey crests the hill in full strut and the trapper knows the time is now. Steadying himself and taking a deep breath he gently squeezed the trigger until the old shogun barks and bellows a cloud of smoke into the air, a timeless progression that has lasted since the dawn of man……..
Chapter 5 tomorrow!!!!
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