Approaching a flagged hut on check day is like nothing else. Clearing your plug to find a tight chain with a mint fur ball on the end of it. Tugging and clearing vegetation, almost like pulling a pike with a tip up through the ice. A little rat snow bath, in the sled he goes, and on to the next.
I went up to the metro area to a friend's place to give rattin' a try up there. That means on big thing. More people. More people means more trappers. It was a bit of a struggle getting on some virgin spots. I don't mind trapping something that's been hit already, but to maximize my time, I try to avoid it. This proved to be a hassle. Another bunk issue has been low water levels. This means a lot of abandon and frozen huts. One of the money spots we had was froze up. The rats were there but so was the ice. You couldn't get a trap in the hut with all the ice inside. Lots of runnin' and gunnin'. Or as I like to call it, wasted time.
I pulled Saturday and came back to my stopping grounds and got a few dozen out before night fall. This mornings check on those sets was very poor. Only 7 rats were pulled. I had already figured on having a low percentage due to the fact that they were in walking distance. Previous pressure sucks. Go the extra mile, or shall I say walk the extra mile, it's worth it.
I didn't start my rat race until after Christmas. Bowhunting always seems to hinder the rest of my outdoor activities. Next year I will portion my time properly to each activity. I am however on track to hit my goal of 150 rats before the season's end. I'm sitting on 121 rats after this weekends catch. How did I come up with a 150 rat goal you ask? That's what it's gonna take to pay for my bear taxidermy bill. I have what you would call a bit of a taxidermy problem. A problem that doesn't need curing.