Post by trapperjack on Jan 22, 2023 16:56:46 GMT -5
Time to tell her story. A few years back, I was skinning in my trapping shed in the northern Adirondacks. I noticed a flash of white near the woodstove. I knew I saw something. I only had 1 beer!!! I couldn’t find anything so I continued fleshing. I noticed I had caught a mouse in one of the traps set in the shed earlier that day. Back then I was loaded with them. I decided to put it in the mouse jar where they all go. I use them for Fox and coyotes. The big pickle jar gets full fast with all the mice I caught then. The mouse trap was missing and so was the dang mouse. I found the trap in the corner where I saw the “white flash”. I then knew I had a weasel in the shed. I found where she had been coming and going. A board had popped out so I nailed it back on. Problem solved. How dare a weasel steal my mouse chum!!
I went inside the cabin about 7 pm to eat dinner and relax. It was a long day on the line and in the shed. I was fixing dinner and while it was simmering on the woodstove, I checked the camp traps for mice. All empty. Hmmm. That was strange. I always caught some in the traps. Well now, this went on for a solid week with no mice in the camp. I went to bed early one night and was awaken by a noise. Probably a mouse I thought and rolled over. Something then ran over the top of my quilt and down to the floor. That wasn’t no mouse and if it were, it was the biggest in Essex county!! I stayed very still in bed. The ol November Beaver moon was bright that night and that’s when I first saw here. She was sitting on my dresser with the mouse in her mouth. It was a By God weasel in my bedroom!! I got up and she took off for parts unknown don’t you know. I searched a while and went back to bed with one eye open. The next morning I got up and fixed myself a cup of tea. I always go out to the fur shed in the morning to check the pelts and fans. I then start the woodstove. I went outside to bring in some kindlin and there she was again. I saw her go under the camp. I finished up and went inside to get breakfast going. As I was frying up some eggs and venison sausage, she came out from beneath the sink and was in the middle of the floor. She was standing on her rear legs doing a wierd dance. Oh great I thought at the time. A possessed weasel in my camp!! As I watched her she continued to roam around like she owned the place. I finished my breakfast and started thinking. The weasel was taking care of my mouse problem inside the camp. I found where she was coming in. The hole where the drain pipe from the sink goes through the floor. I left it alone for now to see what would happen. I never had another mouse inside the camp the whole rest of the season. I found Wizzie, as I named her, to be pretty kool. She never messed inside and would sit and sometimes sleep on my dresser. I would put my food scrapes in a bucket and she would be waiting there for them. At one point she started listening to the radio at night with me and actually liked my banjo playing. Go figure. No human ever did! This lasted the entire trapping season well into the Spring. Summer time she would come in occasionally, but was always busy. I still had no mice inside. This lasted another 2 seasons and at one point she was sleeping on the back of my recliner while I was sitting in it listening to my radio. I left for a couple weeks and when I came back I found she had passed away on the back of that recliner. I noticed then that some of her teeth were gone or worn down. She appeared pretty old and thin. Well, thin for a weasel that is. I buried her next to my hunting dog on the hill behind the camp. I did plug the hole after that and the mice are back for now. True story. Got pics to prove it.
Anybody else got a story to tell? Jack
I went inside the cabin about 7 pm to eat dinner and relax. It was a long day on the line and in the shed. I was fixing dinner and while it was simmering on the woodstove, I checked the camp traps for mice. All empty. Hmmm. That was strange. I always caught some in the traps. Well now, this went on for a solid week with no mice in the camp. I went to bed early one night and was awaken by a noise. Probably a mouse I thought and rolled over. Something then ran over the top of my quilt and down to the floor. That wasn’t no mouse and if it were, it was the biggest in Essex county!! I stayed very still in bed. The ol November Beaver moon was bright that night and that’s when I first saw here. She was sitting on my dresser with the mouse in her mouth. It was a By God weasel in my bedroom!! I got up and she took off for parts unknown don’t you know. I searched a while and went back to bed with one eye open. The next morning I got up and fixed myself a cup of tea. I always go out to the fur shed in the morning to check the pelts and fans. I then start the woodstove. I went outside to bring in some kindlin and there she was again. I saw her go under the camp. I finished up and went inside to get breakfast going. As I was frying up some eggs and venison sausage, she came out from beneath the sink and was in the middle of the floor. She was standing on her rear legs doing a wierd dance. Oh great I thought at the time. A possessed weasel in my camp!! As I watched her she continued to roam around like she owned the place. I finished my breakfast and started thinking. The weasel was taking care of my mouse problem inside the camp. I found where she was coming in. The hole where the drain pipe from the sink goes through the floor. I left it alone for now to see what would happen. I never had another mouse inside the camp the whole rest of the season. I found Wizzie, as I named her, to be pretty kool. She never messed inside and would sit and sometimes sleep on my dresser. I would put my food scrapes in a bucket and she would be waiting there for them. At one point she started listening to the radio at night with me and actually liked my banjo playing. Go figure. No human ever did! This lasted the entire trapping season well into the Spring. Summer time she would come in occasionally, but was always busy. I still had no mice inside. This lasted another 2 seasons and at one point she was sleeping on the back of my recliner while I was sitting in it listening to my radio. I left for a couple weeks and when I came back I found she had passed away on the back of that recliner. I noticed then that some of her teeth were gone or worn down. She appeared pretty old and thin. Well, thin for a weasel that is. I buried her next to my hunting dog on the hill behind the camp. I did plug the hole after that and the mice are back for now. True story. Got pics to prove it.
Anybody else got a story to tell? Jack