Around sixth grade, Dad recommended I get Mom something carved by Jon Rowan for her birthday.
So the next day at school I talked to Jon. He was carving a compact killer whale bowl that had a knot conveniently located where a whale’s blowhole would be. Jon was an experienced carver at this point, but the piece had a few small flaws. I told him the plan.
“Go down to J.T. Browns, pick up a wolf trap and we’ll trade.”
Dad had taken my brother and I trapping and I was familiar with mink and marten traps, so I figured, incorrectly, that a wolf trap would be comparable in
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