You may remember the song The Ballad of Davy Crockett, Music by George Bruns and Lyrics by Thomas W. Blackburn. It was released in the mid-1950’s. I’ve been thinking about some of the lyrics.
“Born on a mountaintop in Tennessee”. That doesn’t seem logical. Even 18th century Tennesseans would know better than to build a homestead on top of a mountain. No access to water, very difficult to get to in any kind of bad weather. There were no paved roads, no grading so that trails were not too steep. I suspect people in the late 1700’s wanted to make access to necessities as easy as possible, so they built on flat land when they could.
But this is the most onerous: “Kilt him a B’ar when he was only three.” Even given that Davy was a clever and efficient outdoorsman, this seems unlikely. A child that young would have difficult even reaching the trigger of a long musket while holding it to his shoulder. And that’s assuming he could even shoulder the weapon. They are long and heavy. It seems as if the B’ar would have had him a child snack instead of the other way around.
Anyway, it’s something to think about.
Blogsters Note: I might add that another famous American woodsman, Daniel Boone, also kilt a b’ar. He was so happy with the accomplishment that he carved it into a tree, so they say. Lots of b’ar killing going on in those hills.