Wednesday, November 17, 2010

A Follow up on V.E. Lynch

Today in The News - We're having a writing contest.  Nobody seems to care and that's okay by me.  You gotta start somewhere.  If your want to write something, send it to .   If you want to vote on something you've read, send your vote to .  So far the only emails I've gotten at that address want me to loan them four million or sell me cheap viagra.

I did a book review on Trails to Successful Trapping by V.E. Lynch.  I didn't cover as much about the man as I hoped to in that article.  This was written by Kay Hively.

“A Wildcat of a Man” 
His grave in Sarcoxie, Missouri, is marked with only a simple stone, but there was nothing simple about Virgil Everett “Wildcat” Lynch.

Born in 1884, V.E. Lynch may well have been the last of the great American trappers, hunters and wilderness guides.  Lynch came on the scene just when many of the old-time mountain men were passing on, but he carried on the great tradition of such characters as Jim Bridger, Jeremiah Johnston, Hugh Glass and Jim Colter.

Although he was born and died in Missouri, Lynch spent most of his adult life in the state of Maine where he became a legend, known for his great trapping and hunting skills.  An unashamed self-promoter, Lynch understood that his fame could be spread not just around the campfires in the hunting camps, but through the written word.  With only a third grade education to his credit, he acquired a typewriter and began beating out the stories of his hunting and trapping adventures.  These tales were eagerly accepted by outdoor hunting magazines of the time, and V. E. Lynch became a modern legend. Though it was done the opposite side of  America, Lynch made his reputation in the woods and along the streams, much as Bridger, Johnston, Glass, and Colter had done. 

After long years of hunting and trapping in the cold winter snows of  New England, Lynch’s health became to fail. In 1944 he returned to Missouri to be near his family at Sarcoxie and inspite of health problems he continued hunting and trapping in the Ozarks until his death in1953. Now, almost a half-century after his death, Lynch’s life and exploits are being remembered once again with the republication of his biography, They Called Him “Wildcat” and with the establishment of a handsome display in his honor at the public library at Sarcoxie, Missouri. 


In other news, I've put out local feelers for people looking to get rid of old axes and woods tools.  Believe it or not, I've gotten a few bites, including an old camp axe head today.  I went to the hardware store and looked for a 28 inch (ish) handle and came up dry.  Did find a 19" for it, though.  The head itself is interesting - has a redish color to it and a few numbers stamped into it.  Looks old to me, but I'm an idiot.  I'll post some pictures later on. 

Pax Domini Sit Semper Vobiscum,

Mike, Oscar, Hotel....out. 


  1. I love reading about these types of people. Amazing what they're able to accomplish.

    Thanks for sharing!


  2. I'm a hunter in Maine who runs hounds on coyote and have hunted all species in Maine and we're gradually being harrassed by the antis.It's a shame how the new ways are taking over and city folk moving here are gradually turning us or trying to anyway into the same folk they are trying to move away from and enjoy life here.Y move here to get away yet bring those same ways with them.They even tried to make a law to get us from keeping our lobster boats in our yards in winter months.It's an eye sore they say.Not so beautiful out of water i guess.It costs us $10.00 a foot to have these boats hauled out which is nothing compared to having a $200.000 boat sitting hooked to a piece of chain all winter. Finding it on shore completely busted up is a haunting site.If it's in your yard you'll sleep better believe me.Just some of the things in our changing times and OLD disappearing ways.

  3. Hi Duane,

    I lived in Rockland for a few years and know exactly what you mean. When MBNA (which stands for Money Buys Nearly Anything) moved in, people started getting uppity. I wish people could respect the heritage of a community and hold onto that.

    Also, a lot of the old trappers up north that I know now refuse to trap because of the laws they've put in place to save the lynx. However, as the crow flies, about 50 miles away in New Brunswick, the lynx are not endangered. Hopefully with LePage in office, things will change. Thanks for commenting!