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NFrameFred
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My dad had a buddy we used to hunt with that was dad's age. He used to talk about his grandfather who would pack a sack with three days worth of food, load up his mule, an old shotgun, and an old Philco radio. He and the dog would disappear back in the mountains following a circuit where everyone knew him. They said by the first night he would already have traded off most of what he took out - even the mule. By the time he got back home two days later, he would have a hundred dollars in cash, had traded back for his mule and his shotgun, and brought back the Philco radio as well most times.
He also related that if he told that dog to watch the mule and disappear for hours and travel miles, when he came back he swore that dog would still be in the same spot and not have moved, even if he had been starving, and the mule had never been allowed to wander.
I would have loved to have met his grandfather - he made him out to be larger than life. I guess he romanticized trading for profit to the point it stuck with me . . . .
Kinda reminded me of the character of Alvin York when played by Gary Cooper in the movie. 
If the stories weren't totally true . . . they should have been.
