Cleft of the Rock B&B
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... we now had to be aware of the predators lurking in the forest and be armed when we went out. We caught lots of birds and squirrels along our line, as usual, but were lucky enough to have one marten on the backside of the hump. We rebaited and relured all our sets, our one final push to squeeze whatever we could out of what was left of the season. Marten season ended March 1st, but wolverine, lynx, and wolf didn't end for two more weeks. Regardless, the lack of snow would prevent ...
... aghast with disgust, as his eyes revealed the flame. "This fox must die!" He said with a sigh, and he threw up his hands again. Across the flats we bounced side to side, the ******heads taking their toll. Over each tussock we would fly, and over each bump we would roll. We rocked and tipped like a sailors ship as we made our way across, Caribou tracks and big wolf packs made sure we never got lost. The sickly trees gazed down at me as I scanned the valley so vast. ...
... turn I demanded of it. And if any one of you reading this ever rides for the first time and someone tells you that it'll be like "bumper rails in a kiddy bowling alley," they are lying to you. It, in no way, resembles this. So up the narrow, windy, curvy trail we went. I had the tougher machine, so I hauled the heavy stuff: the 15 gallons of fuel, the new wood stove, and other items. This machine had a low gear, so it was better to haul a heavy sled. Also harder to ...
... a safe buffet to the lynx and foxes and other animals whose prints could be seen. Not only were the squirrels eaten and taking up traps, but the carcass had been eaten all week as well. Maybe next week we will have better luck here. On Saturday, the three of us loaded up the sleds and off we went. Josh and I had already set traps and blazed trail to the Flats, so that part was pretty easy going. Well, if you could call it that. The hoar frost on the trees had ...
... rather than trapping, as, generally speaking, the bait was gone nearly every trip but we were lucky to have one animal in our traps. I couldn't tell you how many times we followed a predator's footprints along our trail, saw the tracks go up to a trap, and continue on again, with the bait eaten. Birds also would get caught in our traps. I had one cubby at the base of First Hill and I saw fox prints come from behind and, rather than ...