If I was a professional arborist, I'd probably have a technical name for this bulging area in one of our back apple trees, but for right now, I'll just call it an apple knot. Pretty much, all my life I've grown up around wild apple trees. We have six on our property here, and back on Stevens Avenue we had plenty. Three in straight away centerfield of our homemade diamond in the backyard. If you hit it over those, it was an automatic homerun. No questions asked. Skipper and Leo each did it once, as my memory recalls. There were countless others too scattered about the back fields, that provided ammo at a moment's notice for our homemade applecasters. Stick a small crabapple on the end of a sturdy, but flexible, thin branch, and you were in business. It was all about our apple wars! Whip your stick fast at an opposing buddy in the brush nearby, and it was 'ouch time'. Boy, if you got hit right, they could sting. Yes, apple wars. They were entertaining as all get-out.