It was so early on a raining Saturday morning I wondered why I ever got myself into trapping. I trudged along in a downpour thinking this is not at all what I had in mind. My pack basket was making ...

Growing up, in northeast Ohio in the early 1970s, trapping was a huge part of what my father and I did every Fall. And while we didn’t specifically target muskrats, they were our bread and butter. Why ...