always picks those upstream from is lodge or dam so that no effort will be required in floating them down.
Reading “signs” is half the art of trapping. My first effort was an attempt to catch a mink. He had (his tracks told me) poked along where shore & ice met, sniffing here & there, pushing his nose into suspicious holes, not hurrying and had done this on several occasions, in fact his trail was fairly well beaten.
Building a little shelter by a hole, into which he had gone on occasions. I set the trap in the shelter & behind it put some bait (pounded mouse meat mixed with Beaver castor).
Next morning I found him – my first catch, in the trap. He was alive yet, caught by his fore leg and I felt so sorry for him, but
