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The Squirrel That Ate My Rabbit Trap

Welcome to the Monkey Ranch! We are always so glad to have you spend time with us. You know we always have something fun going on. We've been missing y'all and I know y'all been missing me. Whether it's a sneaky squirrel or learning how to make a wooden rabbit trap, there's never a dull moment here.
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Uncle Coochie and His Mule, Johnny Pearl

Now, one hot June day Uncle Coochie was plowing a field with his favorite mule, Johnny Pearl. Uncle Coochie's daddy, Ossie, was plowing an adjoining field at the same time with their other mule, Ruby. This story is a staple of our Southern folklore, reflecting the rich history and traditions of our community.
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No Muddy Shoes In My House

The little boy pushed open the screen door, ready to step inside. Before he could, his mama caught him just in time: "John Mark, don't you dare bring all that mud into my house!" she scolded, hands on her hips. It's all part of our lessons in self-sufficient living, teaching respect for keeping a clean and orderly home.
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Solving Life’s Problems — Conundrum

Today I want to discuss with all y'all a most important and extremely distressing issue that each of us experience every single day, but we seldom, if ever, think, consider, ponder or study on it. We rely on old-time survival skills to address and solve these everyday mysteries and challenges.
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Stories Tied Together with Genuine Southern Heartstrings

Pull up a chair and sit a spell, because life at The Monkey Ranch is full of stories that’ll make you laugh, nod along, and maybe even wipe away a tear. Here, critters run wild, folks get into their share of mischief, and every tale is carefully tied together with genuine Southern folklore and heartstrings.

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The People, The Wildlife, & The Stories They Share

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We Sho’ Gonna Miss That Dog

Back in the old, old days, Uncle Coochie’s grandfather and my great-grandfather, Sam Ben, owned a big ol’ stretch of land that backed right up to the Waccamaw River. That Lowcountry soil was as black and rich as a preacher’s voice on Easter Sunday—some of the best farm dirt in the South.

The Waccamaw River – Our Western Boundary

The Waccamaw River don’t just run - it meanders, drifts, and dreams its way down through South Carolina like an old soul with nowhere particular to be and all the time in the world to get there.

The Squirrel That Ate My Rabbit Trap

Welcome to the Monkey Ranch! We are always so glad to have you spend time with us. You know we always have something fun going on. We've been missing y'all and I know y'all been missing me. Whether it's a sneaky squirrel or learning how to make a wooden rabbit trap, there's never a dull moment here.
Read More

Uncle Coochie and His Mule, Johnny Pearl

Now, one hot June day Uncle Coochie was plowing a field with his favorite mule, Johnny Pearl. Uncle Coochie's daddy, Ossie, was plowing an adjoining field at the same time with their other mule, Ruby. This story is a staple of our Southern folklore, reflecting the rich history and traditions of our community.
Read More

No Muddy Shoes In My House

The little boy pushed open the screen door, ready to step inside. Before he could, his mama caught him just in time: "John Mark, don't you dare bring all that mud into my house!" she scolded, hands on her hips. It's all part of our lessons in self-sufficient living, teaching respect for keeping a clean and orderly home.
Read More

Solving Life’s Problems — Conundrum

Today I want to discuss with all y'all a most important and extremely distressing issue that each of us experience every single day, but we seldom, if ever, think, consider, ponder or study on it. We rely on old-time survival skills to address and solve these everyday mysteries and challenges.
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Let’s Talk About Re-Caning a Rocking Chair

Several years ago, I was able to get my hands on three wooden rocking chairs that had spent many years on my grandfather’s front porch. These chairs, perfect candidates for antique chair repair, bring back fond memories every time I see them. He passed away in 1956, and my grandmother in 1983.
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The Waccamaw River – Our Western Boundary

The Waccamaw River don’t just run - it meanders, drifts, and dreams its way down through South Carolina like an old soul with nowhere particular to be and all the time in the world to get there.
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How Liver Hash Nearly Got Me Shot

We’ve talked ‘bout a whole lotta things since y’all been visitin’ me here at The Monkey Ranch, but somehow, we ain’t got ‘round to one of the most important:
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Thinking with Both Hands

Thinkin’ with both hands—on the one hand, then the other—is the only way to make sure you don’t end up swingin’ a hammer at your own foot. It’s an old-school skill, like knowin’ how to trap a possum without endin’ up in a slap fight with a trash panda at 2AM. It’s rare. Almost extinct.
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We Sho’ Gonna Miss That Dog

Back in the old, old days, Uncle Coochie’s grandfather and my great-grandfather, Sam Ben, owned a big ol’ stretch of land that backed right up to the Waccamaw River. That Lowcountry soil was as black and rich as a preacher’s voice on Easter Sunday—some of the best farm dirt in the South.
Read More

Living with Black Bears: What to Know When You Share the Land

There’s something magical about living in close proximity to wildlife. Out here at the Monkey Ranch, we’re lucky enough to share the woods and riverbanks with all kinds of critters—raccoons, deer, foxes, and yes, the occasional black bear.
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Ranch Riddles & Rustic Revelations

The Art of Living Off Your Own Land: Simple DIY Homesteading Ideas for Self Sufficient Living

DIY homesteading ideas | Homemade craft ideas | Self-sufficient living | Old-time survival skills | DIY homesteading projects

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How to Trap a Raccoon Without Losing Your Mind

How to Trap a Raccoon
You ever walk out to the henhouse and find your eggs gone, trash can tipped over, and muddy paw prints on the side of your home?...

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Best Wildlife Cameras & DIY Animal Traps: A Rancher’s Guide

Best wildlife cameras, Best trail cameras for wildlife, best wildlife trail camera, DIY animal traps
Out here on the ranch, we've got more critters than cousins at a family reunion. From deer sneaking into the vegetable patch to raccoons throwing midnight parties in the chicken coop, it's a wild world.

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Living with Black Bears: What to Know When You Share the Land

There’s something magical about living in close proximity to wildlife. Out here at the Monkey Ranch, we’re lucky enough to share the woods and riverbanks with all kinds of critters—raccoons, deer, foxes, and yes, the occasional black bear.

Read More

We Sho’ Gonna Miss That Dog

Back in the old, old days, Uncle Coochie’s grandfather and my great-grandfather, Sam Ben, owned a big ol’ stretch of land that backed right up to the Waccamaw River. That Lowcountry soil was as black and rich as a preacher’s voice on Easter Sunday—some of the best farm dirt in the South.

Read More

Thinking with Both Hands

Thinkin’ with both hands—on the one hand, then the other—is the only way to make sure you don’t end up swingin’ a hammer at your own foot. It’s an old-school skill, like knowin’ how to trap a possum without endin’ up in a slap fight with a trash panda at 2AM. It’s rare. Almost extinct.

Read More

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The Squirrel That Ate My Rabbit Trap

Welcome to the Monkey Ranch! We are always so glad to have you spend time with us. You know we always have something fun going on. We've been missing y'all and I know y'all been missing me. Whether it's a sneaky squirrel or learning how to make a wooden rabbit trap, there's never a dull moment here.
Read More

Uncle Coochie and His Mule, Johnny Pearl

Now, one hot June day Uncle Coochie was plowing a field with his favorite mule, Johnny Pearl. Uncle Coochie's daddy, Ossie, was plowing an adjoining field at the same time with their other mule, Ruby. This story is a staple of our Southern folklore, reflecting the rich history and traditions of our community.
Read More

No Muddy Shoes In My House

The little boy pushed open the screen door, ready to step inside. Before he could, his mama caught him just in time: "John Mark, don't you dare bring all that mud into my house!" she scolded, hands on her hips. It's all part of our lessons in self-sufficient living, teaching respect for keeping a clean and orderly home.
Read More

Solving Life’s Problems — Conundrum

Today I want to discuss with all y'all a most important and extremely distressing issue that each of us experience every single day, but we seldom, if ever, think, consider, ponder or study on it. We rely on old-time survival skills to address and solve these everyday mysteries and challenges.
Read More

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