When I was a kid, my daddy would set some 'steel traps' in the winter to "supplement his meager income". Some brisk morning runs would net a couple of 'coons, maybe an opossum. One time I remember he had a skunk in the trap. You should have heard him describe getting that varmit separated from his trap.On rare occasions, he would bring home a mink that wandered through and 'put his foot in the wrong place'.
After skinning his catch, the 'coons and opossums were sold (if possible), but all the skins were stretched out and tanned to be sold later. Now none of these animals had as "being trapped, killed and tanned as their goal for the day. But that is exactly what my daddy was thinking when he set the traps in position where most likely he would have a "catch".Subscribe to Read!