Well....sometimes is pays to be forgetful and lazy. I had left the one trap in the set where the female had dug me several times. Its been in there for over three weeks. This is the set where she was on the video scared to death of it. Never put any bait, or scents in after the initial set. I drove by there every day, and kept adding bait in another set without a trap about 40 yards away. I kept forgetting my puller, and just about forgot about the trap. Tonight, I didn't get the feeding started till way after dark. I rode the 4 wheeler back with just a bucket of feed, as I have not had any action for weeks. Matter of fact, they hadn't gotten the bait for over a week. I seen eyes, and thought maybe it was just a deer. Low and behold.........MEET THE DIGGER!!!!!



Now, this is where it gets interesting.......Fed the bulls, went back to the truck at the house, and got the pistol. Had 3 shells in the mag...no problem. As I got close, I seen a coyote running south away from the set! I was TICKED. I just knew it pulled out! I got there and she was still there. It was another coyote. So, I dispatched her, and just by chance thought I'd go look at a snare about 100 yards away, that I had just looked at 10 minutes earlier. And look what I found!!!!
Ms. Digger's partner in crime!!! Yep, he ran right to the hole with a snare in it. He was carrying the mail when he hit the hole, as I got him by the hips!


Now, this is where it gets stupid, on my part. This is a 8' deep wash with steep sides. So, I reach over the fence and dispatch him. Lay the pistol on the 4 wheeler, and jump the fence and cut the snare. As I'm dragging him up the muddy steep sides of the wash by the snare, I feel sudden resistance. Yep, he's on his feet, pulling me back down bank!!!! Dumbass, hard headed me took another wrap on the snare, so it was ON, and off down the creek we went! Without going into the gory details, it was 10 minutes of him leading me down the creek, and me leading him and avoiding his attempts to eat my knee caps off. I was NOT going to let him go. He finally got us to a point where I could grab a stout enough subdual apparatus (big azz club). I'm getting too old for this crap!!!! :rolleyes: