How to trap and the marketing of your fursContaining the story of The boy trappers of Beaver bend, by George JTheissen . , too. Well, you hike home and clubs at it. Ifthis had not been done,most of the odor couldhave been we discoveredsomething new aboutcatching skunk. Closer than a hundredfeet we dared not ven-ture. The animal staredat us defiantly. Thething must be killed,but how? Lets get Towser?my companion sug-gested, referring to adog that David Jones,another neighbor, owned. I agreed—and yet du-biously. I knew Joneswas particular aboutthis half-grown pup. You go, I sugge
How to trap and the marketing of your fursContaining the story of The boy trappers of Beaver bend, by George JTheissen . , too. Well, you hike home and clubs at it. Ifthis had not been done,most of the odor couldhave been we discoveredsomething new aboutcatching skunk. Closer than a hundredfeet we dared not ven-ture. The animal staredat us defiantly. Thething must be killed,but how? Lets get Towser?my companion sug-gested, referring to adog that David Jones,another neighbor, owned. I agreed—and yet du-biously. I knew Joneswas particular aboutthis half-grown pup. You go, I suggested. Naw ! Jack , you canwhistle louder. Justsneak behind his corncrib and call the I started off whilemy partner watched theskunk. Luck came my couple of hundredyards from the Jonesplace the pup was in-dustriously barking anddigging at a hole. Ittook some persuasionupon my part to getTowser to leave, butafter I fastened a stringaround his neck, hecame trotting along. The dog needed nofurther urging. As soonas he saw the skunk hegave one jerk andwas free. Straighttoward the fur bearer. nC^O* WE GOT A BROAD STRIPE IN ODE TRAPS NEAE ASMALL COUNTRY SCHOOL. even let you sleep in thebarn. The dog can comehome when he getsready—and I hope itwont be before nextweek. Hes sick all rightbut nothing you got that cat,for it will save me a lotof chickens. And say—aint the pup a gameone? Once more at our ease,we sauntered off, neversuspecting that therewas the slightest odoron our clothes. Thehired man told us aswe walked into the barnat our place. Suffern cats! heejaculated. Youll catchit now. Whew ! My partner and I bothsniffed. We could detect nosmell whatever. Fur-ther, we had not beennear the skunk, so howcould there be? Youre fooling us,Jack retorted think Nothing of the air has carriedthe smell into yourclothes. Now you twokids go out into thecorn crib and takesome gasoline. Soaka cloth in it and thengo over your d
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