I bought my mother, Pauline Smith (Granny Smith) two Granny Smith apple trees. They were mom’s favorite, not because of the name, but they cook well for apple sauce, pies, etc.
They were doing excellent and were going on three years in the earth at our place. I went out one morning and all that was left was the trunk which looked like an upside down toothpick. We were ripped off by a beaver swimming up the Tennessee River. I called the county agent and these varmits had been reported before. He indicated that these particular ones had a taste for grafted apples.
I did not replant and now whatever the host tree was has grown about ten feet. I have not identifed what the host tree is.
Paul E. Smith