I finally got to go out on the line today! After too much covering at work and way too much warm weather and water, the temps finally dropped and the west wind switched to east wind. It also has been snowing, so all the of the trails were fluffy and perfect for driving.
Gregg and I met on the little pond where we have our first set. It takes us almost the same exact amount of time to get there when he leaves from the cabin and I leave from town. We had to rebait almost every set to where we drop down onto North River. There were definitely some happy birds and mice out there during the warm weather.
The river was creepy but good. The overflow had drained off. A few holes had opened up, one was right next to the trail. Gregg walked ahead to check the ice to get to one of our traps, it looked yucky but ended up being fine. We had decided to pull all the traps on the river and the traps that we can't get to when the creeks and rivers overflow. I was super relieved to drive up off of the ice.
We got to our first set off the river and there were fresh marten tracks running by a pole set. The trap had been set off by a freaking bird. I stepped off the trail and went thigh deep into the snow. Gregg took a step and almost tripped. I started laughing, struggled through the snow, ecstatic to be outside and ready for whatever the day brought.
It had snowed so much that our trail was gone in most places. We picked our way through by memory as best we could, at times driving in circles. The third set in we pulled up on a marten covered in snow. He was froze solid and his tummy didn't smell green!
We worked our way through our sets, pulling as we went. It was fairly quick work, but hot trudging through the snow. The next marten we picked up was on another pole set, back in the trees. One of the new ones that we put in this year.
We missed a set coming from the river to our other trails and had to try and find our trail again from the other direction. I saw the box through the burned trees with no trap in it, and got excited for another marten.

Not quite. Our first ermine of the season.

The next marten I didn't take a picture of, he was caught in a no. 4. Slight overkill. He went for the kitty cubby and not for his box. The snow started up again and the only fresh sign was the first marten track and two ermine tracks. No fox, lynx, or wolverine tracks.
There was a marten in each of our farthest out two sets, in sight of each other. The second that both sets had produced this year.

Our last sets were on the twisty turny trail running next to the river. We crossed our fingers hoping the creek we had to drive on and cross was dried up, Gregg had to turn around two weeks ago because of overflow on it, so we wouldnn't have to back track all the way out to the river. We picked up the last of our traps, finding marten in the the last three. Each one making us smile and bringing our count for the day up to eight! Not a bad day for pulling traps.


The wind picked up and it started snowing pretty good on the drive back to town. Looks like we'll have to put off caribou hunting for a day, while we take care of the marten looking all lovely in the shop.
