As I never read much in the good, old magazine about bee trees I thought I would write a little about one.
One day late in the fall as I was on my trap-line, I came to an old apple orchard of which most all of the trees were dead. I was walking along and saw a hole at the butt of one tree nearby so I went closer to see what it was. To my surprise I saw some old honeycombs so I put my ear near the hole and heard bees by the bushel and looking the tree over I found where they went in higher up. I then went on my trapline.
A few days later I got a couple of friends and a Ford or an old tin can and soon we were on our way to the tree. We went up to the old orchard and Frank looked the tree over and said, "I don't see or hear any bees," so I told him to look in that hole.
Up he went and out came a bee after him. "I guess by heck they are there." So we plugged the holes and put a sulfur match in the hole at the butt and then waited a few minutes and then took out the grass and listened. Not a single bee had life to make his wings go and make noise.
Then we cut the tree down and began to bore it out. It proved to have only a small hollow and some nice honey. We filled a fourteen-quart pan and one fourteen-quart pail, which weighed about forty-five pounds of fine honey.
Then the fun began, to get the honey to the car but after sweating a little, got it there and cranked over the old Ford and were soon on our way home, eating' honey, till we began to buzz like bees.
Not bad for a tree no more than one foot across the butt.
Come on, you bee hunters, and tell some of your interesting stories in the old H-T-T.
Stockholm, N. J.
Hunter-Trader-Trapper. October: 1921,
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