Post by pastordave on Jan 16, 2012 9:57:19 GMT -5
First let me say my brother in law Paul and i are new to trapping this year. We didn't grow up trapping or with people around us who did we just decided it was something we were both interested in doing. We got a very late start this year we didn't have any steel on the ground until December 17th. We had been pleased with our first season so far we had caught a skunk, a squirrel (that a hawk found and was eating when I got there), an opossum, 2 coon and 2 red fox, but we were disappointed in that we hadn't caught a coyote yet. Then it happened, on January 3rd as i was walking up to one of my sets and there was something big in the trap i was 50 yards out when i realized it was our first 'yote. My adrenaline started pumping and my step quickened. The 'yote saw me and started struggling he ran to or three times but the trap was holding, then the unthinkable happened, the coyote was running across the field. I yelled No at the top of my lungs. I made it up to the set and the trap was still there the coyote had pulled out of the #2 duke. I was beside myself i felt sick to my stomach and angry. I couldn't believe it I named that Coyote Houdini just knowing i would never see him again. That night while skinning one of our fox Paul ripped the tail. All the wind was out of my sails. I had a good mind to give up pull all of our traps and be done. I didn't do that we kept trapping sure that i would never catch a Coyote. Then January 14th we caught a coyote, and not just any coyote we caught him, Houdini, and not in just any set but the exact same set we caught him in the first time. I am happy to say he did not get away this time and his pelt will make a welcome addition to my family room. Man, I love trapping.