Found 3 old number 1 long spring traps in an old chicken house my dad was taking down in 1994. Didn't know a thing about trapping. Didn't even know you were supposed to bury and bed a trap. Wired them to saplings and put some canned suckers under the pans and one greedy coon messed around and caught himself that night. It's been a downward spiral into debt since.

Zero. Me and my trapping partner found a rusty #1 long spring hanging on a nail in an abandoned barn.
We ran a longline that first.winter. It was a long walk from his house to where we could set the trap. We missed a grade A #1 possum that first check.
My partner had a habit of wolfing down his dinner and barfing it up some time later. We made a blind set in the snow under a crabapple tree. He then puked just outside of the canopy of that tree. In the snow where he hurled up his unchewed spaghetti dinner, it looked like someone slaughtered a horse!
We came bad the next morning and every bit of that unchewed spaghetti dinner was gone. Just a very light hue of pink in the compacted snow where that 50+ pound possum trampled it down. Our trap was undisturbed. Nary one possum trap was found under that tree.
The one thing that did get settled on that fateful day, was that I was indeed Jeremiah Johnson and my woeful partner was the lowly Del Gue.