Probably five years ago I decided that I wanted to try and catch a coyote. I trapped when I was a kid, I’ll be 73 this year, but all that I trapped were muskrats. I have only set a few traps in the last thirty years, catching a few nuisance coon and a few muskrats that were causing a problem, where I used to work.
My brother gave me a couple of traps, that were the proper size for coyotes, to use, and a kind person sent me some lures. That fall all it did was rain and I wasn’t going to try to catch a coyote in the mud.
Then something happened to my ability to walk, my feet did not move properly, I could barely walk. I started getting around with a cane. I finally went to the doctor and he sent me to rehab. Rehab helped very much. I got to the point where I still didn’t walk very well but only needed a cane in the morning.
Then I fell a couple of months ago and dislocated my shoulder. I really screwed it up. So now my right arm does not work very well. I have lost a lot of range of motion and it still hurts.
So, I still don’t walk very well and I have an arm that isn’t much.
I never did get a chance to try and catch a coyote and there is a coon that is causing me problems now, but I am unable to set a trap.
I just had to hire a local hand handyman to come over and do some stuff for me that involves climbing a ladder, which I cannot do anymore.
That’s my sob story.

I guess what this all boils down to is that you better enjoy things while you can. This getting old and losing the ability to do things is frustrating.

Fields are your friend when it rains

For those who grow them, Peach trees are the devil