CLASSIC MUSKRAT CROSSINGS IN AN OLD CREEK BED

I’m walking up the channel of an old creek bed. At one time this was the main channel of the creek, but it had been bypassed some years before. During a wet year, the channel would hold enough water to habituate a few muskrats. So I shouldered my pack basket, loaded with a few traps and my hatchet.

It doesn’t take much more than common sense to tell me to scout this creek by