Something about our ancestors and the way that they trapped--keeps me going everyday. John
I know what you mean John. My Dad run two snowshoe lines during the 1930's depression era, trapping coyote, fox, bobcat, mink, beaver and weasel along the way. One line was 18 miles and the other 12 miles which he walked alternately everyday all winter long for several years pulling a tobaggon behind him to haul the traps and harvest. Heavy furbearers were skinned on the spot but the canines and bobcat were trapped for bounty and the whole body had to be presented to the DNR for certification so they had to be hauled in body and all. Its hard for me to not feel this de ja vu' when i'm out there doing the same thing. The real difference lies in the fact that I do it by choice and Dad had to keep at it, sick or well to survive as the entire years income was made in the winter months. Ace