Post by spade on Oct 15, 2007 4:51:46 GMT -5
This happened when Suzi and I first started dating.
Suzi being a bred and born city girl, didn't know squat about trapping, hunting, or fishing. In fact she thought that a lake was for swimming and skiing, hunting was for people who couldn't afford to buy meat in a store. Trapping she didn't even know that it existed and went out during the era of the Mountain Men.
One winter day she asked what I would be doing on my day off, I told her that I was running a trap line, and would be tied up most of the day.
At the time she was working the graveyard shift and sleeping during the day.
As we talk about trapping and she asked what I trapped, I told her that I was a water trapper and I trapped coon, muskrat, mink and my favorite the beaver. I told her that alot of guys land trap fox, and coyotes.
During our talk, she stated that she had never seen a beaver before, and believed that they were a small animal. I explained to her that the beaver is a fairly large water animal, and gave her a run down of the beaver family.
Well, anyway I told her that if I caught a beaver that I would hold off skinning it until she got to look at one. She said when you catch one bring it to the house.
I ran my beaver line that morning, it was colder than heck, windy
everything was freezing up quick. I had caught several beaver a couple in the 60 to 70 pound range. So when I finish running my line I was close to Suzi's house I decided I would drop by and show her the beaver.
When I got there, Suzi was sleeping so I decided that I would leave one there for her to see.
Now you would think that a guy who was going to leave an animal for someone to look at would put it in a convienant place right.
Well, I did I took one of those big beaver and displayed it out on her dining room table. I was so proud the way it looked, that nice brown color, the hair glistening with a little water on it.
Later that afternoon I recieved a call from Suzi, she was in the bedroom and would not come out because of a big rat on her dining room table. Appartently her dog had found the beaver first and started raising all kinds of h-ell, woke her up.
When I told her it was a beaver, and that she wanted to see one, she kinda politely told me what to do with that beaver.
When I got to her house, she was still in the bedroom, so as I coaxed her out, I was running my hand up and down teh beavers back, telling her about the fur. She finally came out and I was able to get her to touch it, showing the feet, toes etc. She was really impressed, and man did I feel important. She thought that a beaver was a muskrat.
As we were standing there, she said whats on the floor. Smart me forgot that a beaver that thaws out tends to bleed some from the nose, and didn't put anything down on the table. Yep a whole lot of blood down her dining room table and onto the hard wood flooring.
So I grabbed that big beav and hauled it out to my truck, not noticing that as I walked I was dribbling a stream of castor on the floor at the same time.
When I came back in ther she was cleaning the beaver blood up off the table and floor, and the dribbling of castor. When she finished, she washed her hands and washed her hands, over and over again.
Never one harsh word, all she ever said was I told you I wanted to see a beaver, I guess I got to.
Decided right then I had to marry this girl.
Suzi being a bred and born city girl, didn't know squat about trapping, hunting, or fishing. In fact she thought that a lake was for swimming and skiing, hunting was for people who couldn't afford to buy meat in a store. Trapping she didn't even know that it existed and went out during the era of the Mountain Men.
One winter day she asked what I would be doing on my day off, I told her that I was running a trap line, and would be tied up most of the day.
At the time she was working the graveyard shift and sleeping during the day.
As we talk about trapping and she asked what I trapped, I told her that I was a water trapper and I trapped coon, muskrat, mink and my favorite the beaver. I told her that alot of guys land trap fox, and coyotes.
During our talk, she stated that she had never seen a beaver before, and believed that they were a small animal. I explained to her that the beaver is a fairly large water animal, and gave her a run down of the beaver family.
Well, anyway I told her that if I caught a beaver that I would hold off skinning it until she got to look at one. She said when you catch one bring it to the house.
I ran my beaver line that morning, it was colder than heck, windy
everything was freezing up quick. I had caught several beaver a couple in the 60 to 70 pound range. So when I finish running my line I was close to Suzi's house I decided I would drop by and show her the beaver.
When I got there, Suzi was sleeping so I decided that I would leave one there for her to see.
Now you would think that a guy who was going to leave an animal for someone to look at would put it in a convienant place right.
Well, I did I took one of those big beaver and displayed it out on her dining room table. I was so proud the way it looked, that nice brown color, the hair glistening with a little water on it.
Later that afternoon I recieved a call from Suzi, she was in the bedroom and would not come out because of a big rat on her dining room table. Appartently her dog had found the beaver first and started raising all kinds of h-ell, woke her up.
When I told her it was a beaver, and that she wanted to see one, she kinda politely told me what to do with that beaver.
When I got to her house, she was still in the bedroom, so as I coaxed her out, I was running my hand up and down teh beavers back, telling her about the fur. She finally came out and I was able to get her to touch it, showing the feet, toes etc. She was really impressed, and man did I feel important. She thought that a beaver was a muskrat.
As we were standing there, she said whats on the floor. Smart me forgot that a beaver that thaws out tends to bleed some from the nose, and didn't put anything down on the table. Yep a whole lot of blood down her dining room table and onto the hard wood flooring.
So I grabbed that big beav and hauled it out to my truck, not noticing that as I walked I was dribbling a stream of castor on the floor at the same time.
When I came back in ther she was cleaning the beaver blood up off the table and floor, and the dribbling of castor. When she finished, she washed her hands and washed her hands, over and over again.
Never one harsh word, all she ever said was I told you I wanted to see a beaver, I guess I got to.
Decided right then I had to marry this girl.