That river just seemed too perfect not to have beavers in it. Yet, as I stood on the bridge of this remote forest road, I could not pick up any sign of beaver presence, anywhere. No muddy trails, no chewed sticks, no old mud pies, not even old sign of beaver activity. But this river had it all: slow moving water about 4 feet deep, nice curves and good trees along the shore, and I wondered why there was no beaver sign.
So, I grabbed a 330 and a jar of beaver lure, and walked along the best looking side. Around the first bend, still no sign, so I turned around, but when I got to 20 yards from the bridge, I decided to make a set anyway. This was early November — most beavers by then have big feed piles already in place, and wherever a colony was, there was sign everywhere. But traps do not catch fur in the truck, and I had to cross this bridge daily anyway. I found a place where I could check from the bridge with binoculars, and improvised a mud-pie set. Yes, I know, mud pies are typically a spring set, but I find that even
