Tapps’ Tips: Introducing the Cantuckee Kid

By: Bart Beck

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If you find him on the street and ask him what he does, he’ll tell you: “whatever I want to… I’m a hobo.” That is, if you’re looking at a man who is carrying a pack that is nearly his size, wearing small round sunglasses, and looks like he’s done his fair share of traveling the old fashioned way. If you ask him his name, you might be told the Cantuckee Kid, or Jack Tapps, or maybe Backpack Jack. Regardless of the name, you’re talking to a self-described professional hobo.

Just for clarification’s sake, I should define what a hobo is; I’ll begin by saying, it’s not a bum. Dictionary.com defines a bum as “a person who avoids work and sponges on others; loafer; idler.” Jack doesn’t fit that bill, and you won’t find him on the corner with a tin cup. He fits the classic movies’ version of what a hobo is: a vagabond or tramp, traveling around from town to town with no set definition of where “home” is. For Jack, I would say, home is less a place and more of an ideal; that ideal being the concept of freedom.

Hailing from Pineville, Kentucky, and spending part of his childhood in foster care, Jack hit the road at the young age of fifteen. Doing what most people are fearful of, he set out to find his own sense of freedom. Over the decades that followed, he would hop freight trains, hitchhike, and camp his way throughout North America, getting to know a side of it few people explore.

Now, sticking to hitchhiking, I was able to catch up with him in one of his frequent stops in State College, Pennsylvania, for some storytelling and experience sharing.

Bart: How old were you when you hit the road?

Jack: Fifteen.

Bart: How do you usually get around?

Jack: Hitchhiking.

Bart: Hitchhiking, is that it?

Jack: Well, I used to ride freight trains, but since 911, ya know, they got yard bulls, and uh, in the rail road yards and they walk around, they got guns, they got dogs. You got like gangs out west that hop freight trains. And, most of them are drug addicts and alcoholics, and I just stay the hell away from them. It’s hard to hop a freight train, but if you do wanna hop a freight train, you gotta wait till the dead of winter, cause it’s too cold for the bums, they all go south in the winter and, you know, I go north in the winter.

It’s a whole new ballgame in the winter. I mean, even putting a buckle together when your hands are numb. Which I, I got the big mittens and big gloves and everything. Which, I would have got frostbite years ago (if I didn’t have them).

Bart: You always get really nice gear.

Jack: I only buy top of the line.

Bart: What would you say is your most valued piece of gear?

Jack: It’s all equal. I gotta Hilleberg tent. You gotta have an air mattress; you gotta have a good warm sleeping bag. Long underwear, I buy the baselayer, the next to skin, the midlayer, and the heavy duty expedition, ya know, the Patagonia.

Bart: So, synthetic?

Jack: Yeah, right, right. I don’t wear cotton or anything in the winter.

Bart: Do you ever wear wool?

Jack: I don’t like wool… I sweat so much, that wool, it kinda gets me cold.

After running down his winter time layering system he concludes: and you’re pretty much set, but you’re still going to sweat, once you start walking.

Bart: You probably do a lot of walking.

Jack: Yeah. Boots, they don’t last me very long.

As you can see, Jack is his own man. Not tied up by some of the social parameters that the rest of us are bound by. Time periods are often marked by what piece of gear he had at the time, or how long a piece lasted. He heads north in the winter, when most want to run, and has some of the nicest gear that any gear junkie would love. His life may confuse many, but he seems to know exactly what he wants out of it, and he goes after it.

If you’re interested in more of what the Cantuckee Kid had to say during our chat, stay tuned for some more stories and tips from Jack Tapps.

  1. Spent the day with our mutual friend this past Saturday November 11, 2017…Veterans Day….good to catch up and get him a bit down the road. I look forward to his post cards and glad he gets in touch when he’s in the area.

  2. Just got to drop Cantuckee Jack off in State College about 2: 45 today. I’m sure his backpack weighs more than he does! Very nice gentleman, nice to speak with for about 1 hour on the highway.

  3. I picked him up because something told me too on 81 south in Wilkes barre pa and drove him to state college. Great ride good conversation with a kind humble man Back Pack Jack!

  4. Today (3/15/2020) I gave him a ride from State College to Tyrone. Heck of a guy, would loved to have talked longer.

  5. I met Cantuckee Kid today. He first introduced himself as Backpack Jack.
    I dropped him off in Middlebury, VT.
    Great guy. Great stories.
    I wish the world had more people like him.
    I have a picture.

  6. I was fortunate to meet Cantuckee Kid years ago as he passed through my hometown of Chillicothe Mo. I enjoyed visiting him. I believe he lives the life that myself and so many others wish we could live, free. Traveling and meeting people along the way. A kind man that I hope somewhere along his travels I will run across again. Blessings.

  7. Just picked up Backpack Jack The Cantuckee Kid and dropped him off in Keene. He is headed to Brattleboro. Wow, does he know his gear!! I took a lot of notes from him. What a great gentleman. It was a joy to meet him.

  8. I picked up Cantuckee Kid today in Manchester VT. Bitter cold expected so he stayed the night. We ate dinner, watched some TV and talked about days gone be. He is a sweet man with a lifetime full of great experiences and he has a true Hobo spirit. I dropped him off the next day just north of Rutland, VT. God Speed Backpack Jack.

  9. I gave Jack a ride outside Bennington VT today, he said to search his name and here I am. Mistook him for a Long Trail hiker at first, it’s that time of year.

  10. Met Jack last night at the 214 exit off I-81 in Harford, Pennsylvania where someone dropped him off. Says he’s headed from Maine back to State College. Said to look him up, so here I am! Happy Trails Jack!! Happy to have met you.

  11. I picked up Jack in Arlington VT on Wednesday, Oct 25th and left him off in Bennington. Got a story I won’t forget. Can’t imagine wintering outdoors in VT.

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