We have had a deep snow ice filled winter which made setting steel difficult. I figured I would try my hand at snaring. Last week I found a trail some coyotes were running so I set a snare. Last Sunday, on the way down to the snare, I saw a pair of coyote tracks with what looked like something being dragged, you could see it in the fresh snow. When I got to where the set was, there was a catch circle but no snare or coyote. Lesson learned in anchoring. I tracked the coyotes for close to two miles before I gave up.
I had other snares set in this creek bottom. Today, I caught one, after dispatching, I thought how lucky, the swivel was laying there with the cable twisted up on his leg, then it clicked, how could that be, then I noticed he had another snare around his neck.
What are the chances of catching the same coyote twice in 8 days a mile apart?

I do very little snaring, but I once snared a wolf that was standing there chewing on the snare when I got there. Didn't even have it cinched up tight, after I shot him I discovered he was wearing someone elses snare already that he had chewed out of.

Wow!!

My only experience is catching a beaver that had someone's snare on it.

I am not very good and just self teaching snaring due to the weather.
I guess it’s not as uncommon as I thought, but it’s still pretty cool to catch the same one twice. I wish that would have worked when a coyote left with a NO BS K9 Extreme

I caught one in a foothold, he had the stake half pulled when I shot him. He also had a chewed off snare around his neck and a load of bird shot in its buttocks. I guess his luck finally ran out.

…. That’s wild partner!

A few years ago, back when I lived up north, I was checking sable traps and one trap was gone, a sable got caught in a #0 leghold and twisted off the wire it was attached with. I followed his tracks for maybe 3 miles, which took a while because it was in old taiga forest with lots of fallen big trees, and 2-3 feet of snow He would find a tree, try to hide under it, then pop out on the other side from under the roots or trunk and move on, then find another place with lots of fallen, criss-crossed trees and try to hide again, and I had to check lots of such spots. His tracks came to the edge of the forest and continued into a massive open peatbog, and then a set of fox tracks joined in, so I figured the fox had probably found him already, and it was getting dark, so I went back. The next day my ex went there on a snowmachine through the bog (in the Vasyugan mire along the Yugan river, terrain is a maze of raised bogs and taiga forests), found the spot where I had given up, followed the tracks for another half a mile maybe and saw they turned back into the forest and disappeared under yet another big uprooted Siberian pine. He dug out the sable which was stuck in the roots and frozen solid.
When I skinned it, I noticed that its fur was pretty short and lackluster and he had a scar across his waist, and his lower belly was a complete mess, his weenie was out and the fur was all discolored from the leaking urine/ammonia. He must have gotten caught in a bunny snare (although very few people even set bunny snares there, because there are few areas with good bunny habitat), managed to twist off and lived like that for at least a few months (I got him in February, and his fur was bad, meaning that he got caught before fully molting into the winter coat).

A chronically unlucky animal. I kept the tanned pelt.