OPEN COUNTRY FISHER TRAPPING
The late October morning was heartbreaking in its beauty. What started as a bruise on the eastern horizon grew into a gorgeous eruption of color, backed by a cerulean blue sky. With a slight breeze out of the northwest, even the movement of a deer mouse sounded like an elephant. Intently waiting for a deer, the flurry of motion to the east of my stand caused me to reach for my bow. What came into view was most definitely not a deer.
The low-slung black animal scurried through the river bottom. My first thought was a mink, but with a tail two feet long I knew that wasn’t the case. I was still pondering the sight when a buck cruised through the funnel and took my mind off of the mystery animal. The next few hours were spent getting that buck out of the woods and into my garage.
Back home, a quick Google search identified the animal as a fisher. The furtive loping of the animal made sense, as they are a
