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Though I haven’t “ran a line” since I was in high school, I keep threatening to untangle the few dozen traps I have left and get back into it. My oldest son (just turn 9) has been pestering me to take him trapping.
“And you know what would be really coo, Dad? If we had a cabin somewhere way out in the woods where we could stay for a week or two while we trapped. You know, a place that isn’t really very nice. Kind of old. With a wood stove. We could check our traps in the morning, then go grouse hunting or something during the day. Oh, and then bowhunt while it’s getting dark…”
I had to turn my head away so he couldn’t see the tears welling up in my eyes.
Take him, the best times I can remember were running a trap line around Staples, MN for a week in October with my uncle. My mom would (reluctantly) allow me to take the last week of October off of school to go up north trapping. Some of the best times of my life, she would also let me take a few days off for spring beaver trapping. You won’t regret it, and he will never forget it.