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FOOLING SNEAKUM - Trapping | |
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Last fall, having decided to trap some, I assembled all my traps in working order. The weather was warm and fur was not prime yet, so I waited about three weeks and a heavy frost came. I set all my traps for muskrats, but as I was going along the river, I saw where someone had been trapping. On a little farther, I found a pile of carrion and carcasses, three feet high and as wide. This made me as mad as fits.
Anyhow, I set all my traps and went home and told Dad about it, so I made up my mind that if these fellows ever made another break, I would be ready for it.
Next morning I went to my traps and five of them were stolen, for I tracked them for a long ways and they would turn in at every trap. So I got busy. I borrowed a neighbor's 10-gauge muzzle loading shotgun. I put in an extra heavy charge of powder and in place of shot I used a handful of Lima beans. Now, I was ready, so I struck out for the river with a No. 2 trap, which was the best I had. I fixed a device, which I have poorly diagrammed.
It is as follows: No. 1 is a stick about five feet long which I put under the trap and over a forked stick about one foot high so that about four inches of stick No. 1 extends over. On this I placed stick No. 3, which was heavy enough to pull the trigger of the gun. Now I tied string No. 5 to this stick No. 3, and passed it through the forks of a sapling No. 4, and around a small sapling No. 6. Now I got a rock that weighed about forty pounds No. 7, and placed it about three feet away from sapling No. 6, and cocked the gun and jammed the butt up against rock No. 7. The gun was upside down and aimed so it would shoot right over the trap and about three feet high. Now I covered rock and gun with leaves, all but the muzzle of the gun was covered. I then tied the string to the trigger and covered it over again, and made things look as natural as I could.
When night came I waited to see what would happen. About nine o'clock along came Sneakum. He lifted up the trap -which released the heavy stick, No. 3, the stick fell with sufficient power to pull the trigger which fired the gun. The gun shot him in the left hip and 1 never saw anyone run in all my life like he did. I never had another trap stolen, anyhow.
Russell Martin, Fredericksburg, Ind
Hunter-Trader-Trapper. October: 1921,
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