I’ve got one “decent one” that I have not recorded that I wrote called “Walking through the Maples”. Is about a guy I know that taps the maples and makes syrup. Is a mandolin player.
He’s a “homesteader” and makes his livin’ off of the syrup. Gins around and tends to just move stuff around on his farm and never gets anything done. If he does decide to actually work and you interrupt him wanting to talk then he’ll let you know that he’s busy. IF he is not busy then he wants to be a chatty Kathy and yack all the time. Thursday nights are his big night “out on the town” as that is “jam night” and he’s sure to play. Brings “free range” chicken eggs for folks and sells them for 2.00/dz to get some spending money. Is really a character.
I bow hunted the adjacent property. Old feller would never let anyone on his property…I asked every year. Well he told me that if I did ever shoot one and it got on his property then to come let him know and I would be more than welcome to retrieve it…well that very thing happened later that year and I go to his house to ask to retrieve my deer and low-and-behold he’s pickin a mandolin. I say “I play guitar” he answers with “Lots of folks say they can play the guitar”. I say “well I’m decent” and then out comes the “I tell you what you’ve been wanting to hunt my property for years, I have a guitar back there that no one in the family can play and a tuner, you tune it up and play for me right now and if you are “decent” like you say you are then I’ll give you exclusive permission to hunt my property as long as you pick with me from time to time”…Well needless to say I got permission to hunt, moved a camper onto his 200 acres and pick and grin all the time with him when I am there bow hunting. Is a peculiar feller as he is a tried and true homesteader, gave up the ‘good life’ 30 years ago and bought himself some property and basically checked out from society. He tells me he had the perfect plan as he was single when he done it, the 150 year old log cabin with no electric, the outhouse, and bathing in the creek was perfect until he got lonely and got married and had kids!
That’s him in a nutshell and I wrote a song about this peculiar “real” person.