Dad once told me that when he was a young man, he made a snare/trap using this tree. He never caught anything in it, left it, and the tree grew this way.
I remember when this was the biggest tree in the woods, a white oak. It eventually was passed up by a big white pine. This area has only been woodland for the last 75 years or so. It used to be prairie. We often had picnics in the remnants of an old buffalo wallow. Nowadays it's been filled via bulldozer and a mobile home sets on top of where it was. A storm tore this old oak up pretty bad and it died within the last few years.
I'll be turning this fallen oak into firewood after deer season, in December.
How is this for putting your tree stand in the right place? The week after this stand was put up, a buck scrubbed his horns on the tree in the lower left.
- Quads, hailing from Grand Marsh Observatory atop Elk Castle Hill
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