Rod and gun . kagainst the snow and the trap is com-plete. Sometimes some pieces of ice orhard snow are stuck up in the trees near-by, to act as decoys. The hunter now has to find his has not long to wait nor far to a short while a flock of ptarmigan fly-ing quite low, within a few feet of the 134 ROD AND GLX IX CANADA surface of the snow, but travelling likethe wind, go by. They settle a quarter of amile up the shore from the net. Our Creefriend making a detour through thewoods brings the birds between himselfand the net. He then cautiously pro-ceeds to drive them towards the l
Rod and gun . kagainst the snow and the trap is com-plete. Sometimes some pieces of ice orhard snow are stuck up in the trees near-by, to act as decoys. The hunter now has to find his has not long to wait nor far to a short while a flock of ptarmigan fly-ing quite low, within a few feet of the 134 ROD AND GLX IX CANADA surface of the snow, but travelling likethe wind, go by. They settle a quarter of amile up the shore from the net. Our Creefriend making a detour through thewoods brings the birds between himselfand the net. He then cautiously pro-ceeds to drive them towards the can be done if one proceeds quietlyso as not to excite the birds. Thev soon would introduce a risk of tearing or cut-ting the net. .\11 this time the fur kept coming , both white and colored, martenand inink, beaver, muskrat and morning we started on our separatefur trails, fresh bait in our bags, and agun and on our shoulders. The firsttrap visited was often robbed. It was. Polar Bear shot by the Aut/.or at Nelson River. sight the upturned gravel and pass underthe net. Then the line is jerked, downcomes the net, and the birds, franticallyfluttering, are c|uickly entangled in itsmeshes. The Indian then secures eachof his captives and puts an end to theirstruggles bv biting them in the neck. Us-ing a knife, or wringing their necks set on the bank of a creek close by amink run and every scrap of fish hadbeen carefully dragged out of thehouse. Well, well tail two traps thistime for Mr. Mink—while hes so busycleaning out one hell probably overlookthe other, until he happens to step on tothepan. A half-mile farther on we came FOLLOWING THE FUR TRAIL 135 to a fox trap, sprung and uprooted,while about it the snow was so trampledand covered with footprints that onewould swear an army of foxes had heldcouncil about the trap. Trap numberthree had not been molested. Stoppingonly to loosen the frozen snow about itwe passed on. The stake of the nexttra
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