d boon killd a bar
Two of my great-Granddaddies (add a few great's) were close friends with ol' Dan'l. One supplied the long hunters heading west out of the Yadkin Valley of N.C., which young Dan'l was one. He's the one who put Boone on to the Cumberland Gap through other customers were slowly working their way into and through the area to hunt and trap.
Boone hunted all over my home turf before he headed to Kentucky for good. When I was 8, I got my first pocket knife. Any large old tree or stump left over from the lumber boom of the 1800's I ran across, I carved, "D. Boon kilt a bar on this tree" with a date before he made his famous trip into Kentucky. I often wonder how many of those things have got the more gullible in the woods over the years? I was menace to man and beast alike with my pocket knife and my .22 caliber air rifle.
My favorite Boone story was when he went to a party in Philadelphia to meet scientists and their spouses while reporting on what he had encountered "out yonder". A society matron asked him, "Mr. Boone, haven't you ever gotten lost?" Boone replied, "No ma'am, but I was perplexed for about three weeks."