
Then comes day two check with a night that was a little colder than the first, and i thought the coon might move because of this. I brought the beagle with this time because the wife wanted nothing to do with him that day, so i figured i would let him have a little fun. When he sees a live coon he gets so wound up that he shakes uncontrollably bad, and hounds non stop until the coon is dead



The next check i had to make sure i had my dad check my sets for me, since i had the Minot tournament to go to, and well when i got back home on sunday, dad said that i didn't have any coyotes and he didn't get a chance to check the neighbors line for coon (which is ok because they were all on drowners or a conibear). So i ran my line and only had two coon, and my first coyote. I have been trying to trap coyotes for the past couple years, but the population in my immediate area is very slim. I am very lucky to see a track when i scout for sets. Although someone got to him before i did on sunday, i was more than pleased to see a coyote held by my fully modified number 2 bridger with a perfect pad catch.


The next few checks only resulted in a coon here and a coon there the rest of that week, so i am thinking i put a decent dent in the population right around his house. I brought my wifes nephew with me on one of the checks and we had a couple conibears connect, and he was more then smiles that day. He even fleshed a coon. He is 8 years old and from the cities, so i thought that was pretty dang good for a kid. I also let him pick a coon to keep and tan out of the selection that i had, and if you look in the second day check, there was a very large silver female, and he thought that was the best coon for him. Of course that was my highest dollar coon at the time and barely fit onto a jumbo board


Before i knew it, the upland season was upon me, and it was time to get sets out starting at 9am sharp on opening day. Well i spent the day gang setting the coon feeders and driving around trying to get rid of 100+ 220 conibears that were riding in the back of the truck. About 80% of the corn is completely out and under right now around my area, so i had to advneture a lot further away than i wanted to, but sometimes that what a guy needs to do, just to get steel out. I only ended up getting 56 - 220 conibears out that day, and i had the tires gang set really hard. The next morning i found my self in the cities at a baptism for my wife's niece. So i'm sure everyone knows how i was that day, just chomping at the bit to go check my sets. Well i finally got home and this is what the results were checking in the rain.

Then monday night came around sooner than later, and i found myself thinking that i should really keep these traps cleaned out, so when i got home at 5:30 i ran the 135 mile trap line from start to finish. It didn't result in much of a catch (like i thought it should have, a warm rainy night), but two of the coon were some little grizzly bears. The middle left coon weighed in at 34 lbs even, and the middle right coon weighed in at 27.08 lbs. None the less it was nice to see a couple of very large coon in the shed.

Last night was an absolute hurricane. I called this the hurricane check. There were gusts recorded up to 60 mph when i was out checking my line. There were power outages all over the place, and i ended getting the tonnel cover on my truck tore off and tossed. I had to half jerry rig it to get it back on my truck and locked on so it wouldn't blow off again





