As a father, it is difficult to put into words how meaningful and gratifying it is to see your own children grow to enjoy the very activities that bring you such satisfaction. It could be through ...

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 ...

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 ...