Not looking to "win" the conversation here but not sure how anyone would know me yet..the beav is the only one who has met up with me from tman.
Nor have I asked for any real help...maybe some advice but I cut my own wood, fix my own stuff and grow my own green.
As far as invested I own this property outright and I ain't goin no where no time soon. I plan to die on this silty chunk of land. Y'all are stuck with me!

Wylee I never meant to suggest that you don't listen, was just giving advice to others on what has worked for me. That is the way it is in the bush, as far as folks in the interior, i have no idea.

Well dang it there I go getting all defensive again. It is difficult to hear tone of voice and attitude through this dang message box. I take some comment out of context and pooh all over 358s thread. Maybe the advice I need is yet to be said lol. I just want to help too.

I trapped an area accessable to anyone hearty enough to try for a long time. 10 plus years, but certainly couldn't sustain more than one trapper. A narrow valley that had little access to anywhere else.
I knew where I wanted to trap, but also knew it was "occupied", by a local legend with 40 years there, and his son-in-law. His son-in-law was/is a dear friend. It never, ever crossed my mind to "tresspass. I was finally INVITED to trap a section.
Of course I had visions of fur piled high. While that hasn't been the case, it has been the greatest invitation I have ever gotten. I could fill volumes on the adventurs, friendship moments, and deep gratitude I have for those two men. I can never re-pay what they graciously gave me. But I try.

As to my old line, I returned the favor to a young bull of the woods, who meticulously farms it, as I did.

Ummmmmmmmm sounds just a bit on the gay side there bro !!! OH....... but that's really great !!!

They may not KNOW you but they know ABOUT you !!

A little appreciation goes a long ways, is the take home. Wouldn't trade it.

Well gentlemen, this thread has certainly picked up.

A short story, if I may...

About 20 years ago I was in a small Cree Indian village up in Northern Ontario named Waskaganish. I was there by way of invitation to hear the reports of those who lived through the fall out of residential schooling and to assist those families in their process of healing, parenting and reassimilation back into their original way of living.
I had pitched a small tent upon some spruce bowes in a swamp behind the home of the president of their trappers association.
One evening I was asked to join in on a Sturgeon feast, of course I accepted. After some time of eating with them, the platter of fish circled back around, and being that it tasted so good, I took a few more chunks of fish from the plate and promptle ate it all.
That was a BIG mistake, for Sturgeon is Very rich in oil, and not all that easy to digest (at least for me it wasn't). That evening it was warm and the biting flies were ungodly.
At dark, I headed to my tent to try to not only escape the flies, but also I thought the sleep might make my stomach settle. Well, I escaped the flies for a little while, but my stomach was another matter. Soon I realized that I needed to unzip my tent and get outside, because the Sturgen wanted to rise like a trout from within me.
Moments later I was standing , well, squatting really, naked and again exposed to those flies. I took hold of a small sapling and blasted the swamp from both ends of myself while standing ankle deep in swampy water. I thought I was going home to see my ancestors for sure.
The next morning I told the trapper what had happened. He laughed and muttered something in Cree and then only 2 words in English, "blue eye."

By the end of the day it seemed EVERYBODY in that village knew my name, if they didn't then, for their humor, just called me "the blue eye."


Becoming "known" and "getting aquainted" in a new area has it's price sometimes.!



God Bless you All for your assistance in my quest to find a new place to call home. You've been Great.

Scott

That P.O. picture thing probably explains why so many people come up to me and say "hi" to me by name. Who knew?

So for Alaska is there such a thing as a registered trapline? Do I check with DNR? I am in Juneau and have been trapping for 25 years. My father in law was really active in the 1980s and 1990s and even has given me a his box of notecards of his trapline, but it isn't a registered thing to my knowledge. I am now introducing my son (11) to trapping and he is way into it compared to hunting... luckily my girls (6 & 9) are into hunting and all are into fishing.

Sobie2

No legally registered trap lines in Alaska.

I retired up here in 05 and it took me a good three years to find a area to trap. I bumped quit a few fellow trappers in that time frame and had a bunch of gear stolen. The last guy I bumped into told me to go look at a certain location that one of his buddies used to trap but had a motorcycle accident and shattered his leg and could no longer go out.
Turns out I knew who he was talking about, I had bought gear from the guy
A few suggestions........
Get involved in the local trapping organization, you will meet people and many of them will share knowledge of trapping with you and perhaps one can point you to a area that may be of interest.
Stay away from those easy access points. 9 times out of 10 if there is a easy spot to off load a sled, or access to a large area, there is someone already there or you are going to lose gear to people out joy riding.
Good luck!

Want to sell it.?

Most of my trapline was unused federal land near where I settled in interior Alaska. Lived far enough away from the nearest town nobody was trapping there and was poor country anyway. Had more than I could ever use. Wife and I ran over 250 traps at the height of things.

I hear you can buy a line with everything for as little as 12K up here.