I set my first snare when I was 8 years old. It was a junk one that my dad had laying around. After checking it for what seemed like forever one day I walk up and find it all messed up but no critter. As I inspected it I found some cherry red fur in the lock. No clue how I didn’t catch that fox but I went back home madder then a hornet. Dad smiled and gave me one of his good snares and I went back and reset it. Not many days later I caught my first coon. I’m 33 now and will never forget that day. I started really trapping 5 years ago and never used footholds until then. I shared several coyotes in high school but to catch my first in a foothold I was tickled pink. Caught it on my 13 acres the first week of setting. It wasn’t until this season that i finally connected with my first red fox. It took me 25 years from when the first one gave me the slip but I finally got me one. Lol. Ended up catching 3 this year. My first bobcat was a treat and cool to be able to say I caught one. Of course in Indiana I had to let it go. After the first one though I could have gone with out until we get a season but I’ve managed to catch 2 more. It’s funny how things like this are so vividly remembered but I can’t remember what I ate for supper yesterday.

Being as I just started trapping 2 weeks ago, I don't have much to go on, but nothing will beat checking empty sets for 5 days in a row and then finally walking up and seeing a flat, brown tail floating on the water surface, where I had a 330. Will never forget that feeling of excitement and gratitude.