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| Karen Stuebing | profile | all galleries >> Galleries >> The Possum Man | tree view | thumbnails | slideshow |
| Everybody around here knows the Possum man. He's been a fixture for about 20 years, selling his nuts along the roadside in the fall. He came to town from the hills and stayed, bringing the unique culture of that area with him.
Meet the Possum Man. His nickname is derived from his lifestyle. He traps a lot of his own meat: raccoons, possums, groundhogs. It's a skill that comes in handy when you have little income. He always dresses in overalls and rubber boots. No car, no phone, no cable. Quiet and soft spoken, he keeps to himself in the house he bought on the main road into town. He doesn't say much. If you didn't know him you'd think he was a little slow. But he's very alert and canny. We're only used to seeing folk like him in some holler or on a rutted unimproved road or when they come into town for supplies. But the Possum Man chose to join us still living as if he had never left the mountain he grew up on Seeing him is like looking into the past when the first settlers arrived and carved out their homesteads. He is a piece of history and sadly, part of a vanishing breed as civilization creeps deeper and deeper into the mountains. The cell phone towers go up, the chain restaurants are always crowded along the interstate but the Possum man still gets up of a morning and checks his traps. |
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