Fifty Years a Hunter and Trapper: Autobiography, experiences and observations of Eldred Nathaniel Woodcock during his fifty years of hunting and trapping.Woodcock, E. N. (Eldred Nathaniel)
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Fifty Years a Hunter and Trapper: Autobiography, experiences and observations of Eldred Nathaniel Woodcock during his fifty years of hunting and trapping.
Woodcock, E. N. (Eldred Nathaniel)
Hunting; Trapping
As for fur bearers there are quite a number of opossum. Coons are not
found late in the season to any great extent only in the swamps where
they are quite plentiful. Grey foxes are plenty. There are many
hunters in the South who hunt with dogs, and they do not take kindly
to any other way of taking the furbearers. Otter signs are seen on
nearly all of the streams but by no means are they plenty, and every
slide is closely watched by trappers living nearby. The ever present
razorback is an obstacle in the way of otter trapping, for the trap
must be set under the water, and this is not always practical in
otter trapping.
We must not close this short letter without stating that our friend
and partner, Mr. A. L. Lawrence, who was a native of Randolph County,
N. C, was an expert trapper, and especially on mink. Mr. Lawrence was
a good cook as well as a good trapper. Mr. Lawrence was hard to beat
on baking opossum and bread making, but when it came to boiling water
without burning it, your humble servant could hold him a close
second.
Say boys, I forgot to say that you will find Billy the Sneakum just
as numerous in Dixie as he is in Pennsylvania.
* * *
Comrades of the trap line, I am not in condition to write much at
this time owing to my health, but, later I hope to be able to give a
fuller account of my trapping experiences of 1912 in Alabama,
northern Georgia, northwestern North Carolina and southeastern
Tennessee. And Comrades, right here I wish to say that through the
above mentioned sections of the south, I found nearly every trapper a
reader and lover of the _Hunter-Trader-Trapper,_ and many of these
readers seemed like old neighbors to the writer, when he met them.
Well boys, during all of last year, my health was such that I never
again expected to hit the trap line, but as the frost began to turn
the leaves of the timber on the hillsides, the trap fever became so
high that I was compelled to take a half dozen traps and take to the
brush. The first night I got two foxes, the second night I got
another fox, three skunk and wife's pet cat. The catching of Timy
(the cat) caused wife to put up such a fight, that I was compelled to
pull the traps, pack my outfit and start for Alabama.
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