Was out yesterday with the neighbor boy. I told him that if he worked hauling wood with me we would go set some beaver snares (I didn't tell him I had wolf gear out too). So we took off and came to the first beaver house. I had broke trail the day before and checked ice safeness knowing he would be joining me. When we pulled up I warned him to only walk on the snow machine trail or where I walked. I checked ice with the ice pick and found a spot where there was no ice at the feed bed. The spot had too many stick and was really shallow. We moved about three feet away and got to work. The ice was much thicker and the water deeper. Going to the second house we hit some over flow, but being out the day before making trail I knew where it was and drove accordingly. Arriving at the second house I warned him again about walking only where I did and staying a few steps behind me. This house had very deep snow around it and many places with little to no ice. It was pretty sketchy as one place would have a good 5-6 inches of ice and 6 inches away nothing. It was like this with very little rhyme or reason.
After the work we started the fun! Heading out to where I had set up the wolf kill, I could see fresh tracks in the snow from the night before. They were spending extra time on the trail so I guessed something was up. Before I knew it there was a trench going down my trail about 8 inches wide and 4 inches deep with wolf tracks everywhere. At first I was confused and then I figured it out with surprise. The only explanation was that I had caught a wolf in the one trap I had set at the kill (blind trail set) and that wolf was dragging the 5 1/2 foot birch log that is 6 inches in diameter down the trail. I was impressed as this was a 1/2 mile from where I had left the trap. We were both excited, but continued onto check the snares at the kill site before going after the one in the trap. I was anticipating a catch as the snares (I thought) were in great locations. Sure enough they came back to the kill, but apparently the snow had a good enough crust their tracks were on top and they didn't even use their trails. Oh well, still needed to track down the other one. We headed back to where the wolf had left my main trail and took off down a secondary trail that I hadn't been down in over a month. It goes about a mile and ending in a spruce ridge. The sides of the opening are small spruce and willow. As we followed the trench, we could see that the wolf didn't like being caught in the open, but every time it left the snow machine trail it would face deep snow and snagging willows. The wolf learned fast that the packed trail was the best even when hauling a green birch log weighing 50 lbs. After about a mile from the catch site he had finally exited as the secondary trail wasn't that great that far down. He barely even made it to the tree line. Pulling up to about 50 feet way I parked and told my partner to stay on the snow machine. As I walked over to dispatch the big male gave a bark and a growl that made the skin on the back of my neck feel tight as the hair raised. I quickly ended the discussion. My neighbor boy was thrilled as he had never seen a live wolf and I was thrilled that the wolf was still in the MB 750 after a mile dragging that birch and only caught by two toes on the front foot.
Wolf #10 104 lb Male
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We then went onto check the beaver snares. First two houses the bait was untouched. The last house the bait was also untouched and pulling up the pole I could tell the snare was stuck on a stick. "We caught a stick," I said. The stick didn't give so I rolled up my sleeves and started fishing. I soon realized we had a stick and a beaver! We finally managed to get it untangled and pulled the snares not resetting as this was the second beaver at this house.
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It was a good day and before I dropped the boy off at his house, he asked me, "Are you going out again tomorrow?"