When the mood hits, I sit down to write a tune now and then. Sometimes I look over works still in progress and find what I need to finish one. There are often threads in the tapper talk forum about classic cars. They are often complimented with stories of trapping. It is these threads and some of my own experiences that have inspired today’s completed song.

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I guess it was back, in about tenth grade when I caught me the trapping bug.
Some of my friends were catching critters galore living pretty high on the hog.

One raccoon would buy a dinner and a matinee picture show.
Trapping was popular as hunting, and winning favor with the ladies, you know!

I went and found a trapper that didn’t mind if I tagged along.
I’d learn how to do trapping right or is it how not to do it wrong.

A dirt hole, scent post, hang a snare, over here not over there.
Talk about information overload but I don’t think he much cared.

He said they were just the basics, once I started I’d figure it out,
He tried to be convincing but I could see that he had his doubts.

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Yeah I went prospecting for critters. Critters that would make me rich.
I didn’t know much about it but I knew I had to scratch an itch.
I got permission on a piece of land, one that I knew well,
And I went out Trapping, in a seventy SS Chevelle.

Now some of my friends were into hot rods. Racing up and down the streets.
My evenings were skinning and fleshing, yeah, coon grease all around me feet.
I’d check traps early each morning and race to get to English class.
Two Reds, a grey and a grinner today, I’m thinking that ain’t too bad.

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