As much As I would certainly like to be out driving the country roads and walking 5 or 6 miles along a creek... old age has curtailed those desires. So as I stated in an earlier post, the only safe and workable place to trap is my old favorite old course. Yes, I did play golf at it during the 1960's ... then I quite playing golf. I found out I could throw the club further than I could hit the ball... Well, not really, but it makes for good conversation.
Any how... since there are no muskrats at the course this year, I have broke down and decided to trap a few coon... and maybe try for mink. In earlier post I showed the set I had made for coon and then The one I caught that was 13# 2 oz. This one was a female.
Well yesterday I had a little bit better luck and caught 2 coon. Both in DP's and both males. The strange thing was... when I got there they were both dug in, head first, under logs. I tapped the one on the rear end and he turned around and looked at me from under his leg (The top one).
These coon weighed 15# 15 oz. and 15# 12 oz.
I found a couple of den trees with scat around their base. So yesterday, I set 2 live traps, since the trees were in an open area. I had fried chicken the evening before and have found over the years that coon love fried chicken. So on my check this morning I found a young male of 8# 6 oz. in the trap. He is already skinned and fleshed. It is a pretty colored coon, but can't get the crazy photo to down load from cell phone. (I hate cell phones.) Since I will be tanning all of the hides, small are as good as large.
Well, finally got it down-loaded....
Well tomorrow is another day. I know this line isn't exciting to most of you younger healthier people... but it is the best I can still do with this old wrecked body of mine.