Shadow
Banned
prairie- there just weren't any beaver arround when I started- interesting- I'd never seen a beaver dam or house- our deer hunting country was the first- 1973-
dad would start at the mouth of the river in this tiny duck boat sort of- never walk on land- waders to get out while tieing the boat to a tree branch- or me holding on- nylon rope and trapping gloves
would run the traps down river, tie the boat under the bridge, go up river when he got home from work-
I learned to not be scared, absolutely quiet, not move- as he'd head off into the dark- trying to watch for the tiny pin point of light as he work along the edge checking- "catch one dad" was the usual whisper -as he'd come back
basement and skin the mink right away- snap it some to remove the water- admire the pelt- then roll it up and into the fridge in a bag
dad would start at the mouth of the river in this tiny duck boat sort of- never walk on land- waders to get out while tieing the boat to a tree branch- or me holding on- nylon rope and trapping gloves
would run the traps down river, tie the boat under the bridge, go up river when he got home from work-
I learned to not be scared, absolutely quiet, not move- as he'd head off into the dark- trying to watch for the tiny pin point of light as he work along the edge checking- "catch one dad" was the usual whisper -as he'd come back
basement and skin the mink right away- snap it some to remove the water- admire the pelt- then roll it up and into the fridge in a bag