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Post by nastygunz on Jan 12, 2009 21:58:07 GMT -5
I was a youngish lad of 16 in the wilds of northern Vermont....an old farmer who was a friend of my pa told him he had a slew of muskrats digging up his little duck pond behind his house....so pa said hed send me and my brothers down to trap em out....so we go do down and the farmer lures his ducks into the barn with corn then locks em all in....we set traps with drowning sets and baited some sticks with apple slices.....next day I head down to check the traps...first one gone with the chain leading down into the pond....im like whoooo-hooooooo...I pull up the chain thinking dang thats a big muskrat....pull out a big white duck! ....Im like huh?.....long story short almost every trap held a duck....come to find out the farmers boy came home and said wut in heck are all these ducks doing in here?...and turned em loose!....that was my first and for that farmer, last trapping job
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Post by ohtrap on Jan 13, 2009 5:57:28 GMT -5
lol ahhh memories
good story thanks for sharing a laugh
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Post by scansy on Jan 13, 2009 11:10:57 GMT -5
LOL - time to make some duck for dinner
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Post by Sunshine on Feb 5, 2009 16:13:16 GMT -5
its a shame the farmer held his sons stupidity against you.
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