The two rigs, waiting for Uppa and I to get done setting and come back. The area we are trapping this year suffered a large fire some years ago, and still has a kind of desolate feel. The margins, though, where the timber and willows meet the burn, are natural corridors for all things furbearer... We'll see how the first check goes...
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