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Dainty little diecast of the motorists sworn enemy ;-p
The Matchbox Speed Trapper is a rather unusual choice of machine to model but for children is probably a source of fun and novelty. Rather low tech with its swivelling plastic speed recorder but is nicely detailed at the rear and rides on chrome disc wheels. Part of the very latest Case D. Mint and boxed.
The Boykin Spaniel is a medium-sized breed of dog, a Spaniel bred for hunting wild turkeys and ducks in the Wateree River Swamp of South Carolina, in the United States. It is the state dog of South Carolina, where it was discovered and further developed by hunters in the 1900s.
The Boykin Spaniel is a versatile hunter, working as a retriever and upland hunter, flushing birds into flight. Pointing is not in character with the Boykin's hunting style. Their stamina in hot weather and eagerness make them good for dove hunts, but also for pheasant and other upland game. They can be used in driving deer or in tracking wounded game. Their small size makes them easy to carry in a canoe or other small boat, and they are described as "the dog that doesn't rock the boat." The Boykin was officially recognized by the AKC in 2009.
One of my frequent jaunts when the photography addiction kicks in is a 25 mile ride over Trappers Loop, that serves as the access road to Snowbasin resort. The views are phenominal. This is an Aspen grove that's probably 4 miles away.
"Sault Ste. Marie (/ˈsuː seɪnt məˈriː/ SOO-seint-ma-REE) is a city on the St. Marys River in Ontario, Canada, close to the Canada–US border. It is the seat of the Algoma District and the third largest city in Northern Ontario, after Sudbury and Thunder Bay.
The Ojibwe, the indigenous Anishinaabe inhabitants of the area, call this area Baawitigong, meaning "place of the rapids." They used this as a regional meeting place during whitefish season in the St. Mary's Rapids. (The anglicized form of this name, Bawating, is used in institutional and geographic names in the area.)
To the south, across the river, is the United States and the Michigan city of the same name. These two communities were one city until a new treaty after the War of 1812 established the border between Canada and the United States in this area at the St. Mary's River. In the 21st century, the two cities are joined by the International Bridge, which connects Interstate 75 on the Michigan side, and Huron Street (and former Ontario Secondary Highway 550B) on the Ontario side. Shipping traffic in the Great Lakes system bypasses the Saint Mary's Rapids via the American Soo Locks, the world's busiest canal in terms of tonnage that passes through it, while smaller recreational and tour boats use the Canadian Sault Ste. Marie Canal.
French colonists referred to the rapids on the river as Les Saults de Ste. Marie and the village name was derived from that. The rapids and cascades of the St. Mary's River descend more than 6 m (20 ft) from the level of Lake Superior to the level of the lower lakes. Hundreds of years ago, this slowed shipping traffic, requiring an overland portage of boats and cargo from one lake to the other. The entire name translates to "Saint Mary's Rapids" or "Saint Mary's Falls". The word sault is pronounced [so] in French, and /suː/ in the English pronunciation of the city name. Residents of the city are called Saultites.
Sault Ste. Marie is bordered to the east by the Rankin and Garden River First Nation reserves, and to the west by Prince Township. To the north, the city is bordered by an unincorporated portion of Algoma District, which includes the local services boards of Aweres, Batchawana Bay, Goulais and District, Peace Tree and Searchmont. The city's census agglomeration, including the townships of Laird, Prince and Macdonald, Meredith and Aberdeen Additional and the First Nations reserves of Garden River and Rankin, had a total population of 79,800 in 2011.
Native American settlements, mostly of Ojibwe-speaking peoples, existed here for more than 500 years. In the late 17th century, French Jesuit missionaries established a mission at the First Nations village. This was followed by development of a fur trading post and larger settlement, as traders, trappers and Native Americans were attracted to the community. It was considered one community and part of Canada until after the War of 1812 and settlement of the border between Canada and the US at the Ste. Mary's River. At that time, the US prohibited British traders from any longer operating in its territory, and the areas separated by the river began to develop as two communities, both named Sault Ste. Marie." - info from Wikipedia.
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Young Master Trapper, all of 6 years, was the youngest camper in the first of the two 5-week sessions at Camp Sea Gull.
He had never been away from home. Every day for the first two weeks of camp, after lunch, Trapper would race out of the dining hall & return to our cabin to his bed (the bottom bunk in the far corner of the cabin), bury his face in his pillow, & silently cry himself to sleep during the midday nap period.
As one of the Jeep Guys at Camp Sea Gull, I was asked to lend a hand to Trapper, to help him find a way through his homesickness & misery. So one day as we prepared to depart on one of our insane Jeep excursions, I pulled Trapper to my side & lifted him into the front seat of the Scout, next to me.
He refused to look at me or anyone else. He simply stared ahead or looked down at his feet (dangling above the floor, he was so tiny). This went on for a few more Jeep excursions until one evening when we made a rare night trip in the Scouts to visit the nearby "haunted" house. Captain Wyatt Taylor told his classic haunted-house story & camp counselors, who had arrived early & hidden themselves inside the "haunted" house, on cue flashed lights, crashed trash-can lids together, & wailed & screamed in mock terror.
As you can imagine, the children, ranging from ages 6-16 years, screamed in loud chorus & frantically retreated in terror back to the Jeeps & the trailers. All except Young Master Trapper, that is.
Trapper, frozen in terror, had fallen down next to a nearby bush & in the frenzy of about 120 children racing back to the Jeeps, found himself momentarily alone, left behind.
As I walked quickly to the Jeep, I scanned the jeep & the trailer, counting & calling out names to verify that all children were accounted for & present. Quickly enough I discovered that Trapper was missing. It was very dark by now & I called out Trapper's name over & over again untill I heard faint sobbing & muffled but "small" wails of grief in the distance, near the "haunted" house.
With flashlight in hand, I moved toward the sobbing & came upon Trapper, who was lying under the edge of the bush, on his stomach, with his face buried in his arms. I reached down to pick him up & took him in my arms & pulled him closely against my chest.
We walked slowly back to the Jeep as many of the children called out to Trapper. I put him in the front seat next to me, as was custom by now, but instead of his moving all the way over to the far side by the door, he slid closely next to me and pressed himself against my side, looping his head underneath my arm. And so we made our way back to camp.
The next day after lunch, Trapper, instead of racing back to the cabin, took my hand as we walked out of the dining hall. We walked slowly back to the cabin without speaking & I picked him up & drew him close to me before lowering him into his bottom bunk. He suddenly turned his face toward mine & kissed me on my left cheek.
From that day forward, Trapper never again cried himself to sleep & was one of the happiest & most outgoing campers of Camp Sea Gull. He did not like my taking pictures of him & that is why I asked the girls of Camp Seafarer to "trap" Trapper for this picture.
I think about Trapper every now & then. If he is alive, he is a mature man by now, likely with children of his own. I imagine him sending his son and/or daughter off to camp, perhaps to Camp Sea Gull or Seafarer. And I imagine him telling his son and/or daughter about his own experience & how he lived through it to tell them what he learned that summer: And this too shall pass away.
Lots of love to Young Master Trapper.
Wasn't till I cropped the image that I saw this little spider - a Stealth Trapper. And if you look closely, you may see his web.
Taken with Nikon FE2 converted to M42 and Carl Zeiss Jena Flektogon 20mm f2.8 MC on Fuji Sensia 100.
©Adrienne Fox-Keesic 2003
This is a community Elder from Pikangikum Ojibway Nation - a remote aboriginal community located in northernwestern Ontario. I took the photo as part of a news story assignment. The community was celebrating a major court decision that ruled in its favor.
The doorway is about four feet tall so it's a bit of a tight fir in here. Better than nothing though, and I'm sure it served the trapper that built it fine.
Panoramic views from Trapper's Peak, via Thornton Lakes trial.
Photo Credit: NPS/Michael Silverman
8-28-2010
Panoramic views from Trapper's Peak, via Thornton Lakes trial.
Photo Credit: NPS/Michael Silverman
8-28-2010
Panoramic views from Trapper's Peak, via Thornton Lakes trail.
Photo Credit: NPS/Michael Silverman
8-28-2010
Panoramic views from Trappers Peak, via Thornton Lakes trail.
Photo Credit: NPS/Michael Silverman
8-28-2010
Panoramic views from Trapper's Peak, via Thornton Lakes trial.
Photo Credit: NPS/Michael Silverman
8-28-2010