This has been one fun thread...I've been refraining from posting, but thinking about this hobo camp subject. I may have found a place that bears some exploring...old trestle, over a creek, old rails pulled up long ago, maybe 10 miles out of town, hard to get to, you either have to pole a small boat down the creek from the northern road, or a nice hike in from town on the old and overgrown grade... we used to ride our Schwinn Typhoons out there when I was a pup, remember all sorts of busted bottles, green glass, cans and whatnot from kids partying or tossing them off the trestle and shooting them in the creek below, remember swimming downstream in a big hole wallowed out, lots of poison ivy and nettles in season down in there....good trapping sign, which was my primary interest in those days, but too far off the beaten path and from the nearest road to make it worth while...catching them would have been no problem, but anybody thats hauled a bunch of dead raccoons and rats on a bicycle in the dark early morning before school would understand, easier pickings along the road.....
Anyway, since this thread first showed up, I sort of did a little talking with the old boys down at the bait store about this particular area, you know, trapping, hunting, hobos, etc......seems there was a "hermit" that lived back in there, had a dug out in the dirt, did odd jobs in town and said he made shine...so I google earthed the area for a likely southern exposure downstream from the trestle where I would dig a hole if'n I was ever a hermit and wanted to live semi protected along side a creek....I know its a long shot, and I dont know if its worth the trouble to go explore, but this whole "Hobo camp" theme sure is intriguing...whats a guy likely to find anyway? A harmonica reed or two? A load of shotgun shells and maybe some bottlecaps?
Well, the Pro sure is the machine for a job like this, and I got one, and I got waders, and a machete, and I dont think the kid next door would miss his bike for a day or two...surely theres at least scrap and lots of lead in the creek, where it has not left its channel downstream from the old trestle? Maybe even some old silver coins in the swimming hole? Maybe that old hermit that made shine tucked some jars full of silver up there in the high bank by the big old beech trees? Hell, maybe that old shine making hermit was also a good gambler, and parlayed his silver coins into gold? Not a lot to go on except the imagination!
Mud