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Walking the tract of an old plantation I came across this shack. Apparently it's an old trappers' shack, and surrounded by live oaks and magnolias it reminded me of when I was a boy and used to wander the swamps, rifle in hand and dog at my feet looking for whatever adventure life sent my way. Many was the day I came across abandoned shacks, the trash-pile full of treasures that would fill my imagination as I passed my solitary day accompanied by the guests of my mind and the ever-present tools of my childhood. There aren't many of these shacks remaining of the Louisiana I once knew, so I wanted very much to keep this one to preserve the past that I knew and loved.