The temperature read around 10 degrees Fahrenheit, not too cold and certainly not too warm. It was an ideal day for weasel trapping. I hefted a pack basket filled with traps and bait onto my back, secured my skis, and was ready to go. I sliced through the snow with ease in the cold, and when I hit my tracks from previous outings, skiing became effortless. I could glide through the prairie and marsh toward my sets at a speed equal to that of running. As I approached my first trap, excitement began to course through me. Etched in the powder was a fresh set of tracks bound for the entrance of my cubby. I lifted the box and was greeted by a weasel, just as white as the snow, frozen in the jaws of the long-spring trap.
Many people would say that trapping begins to wind down during winter. I beg to differ. When everything has frozen solid and snow covers the ground, it opens a world of opportunities. It becomes possible to read the story of
