Well, I typed a response and it timed out and didn't post, oh well.
Predators, back in the day, you had guys doing it for a living, plus you had us boys and dad's running dogs for coons on Friday and Saturday nights. Some of us adventurers, we would get into an older uncle's, granddad's, great grandad's sheds and find some old traps for coons, beaver, fox, possums and even coyotes. Coyotes weren't as prevalent in my neck, but we did have some. .22's and taking care of these predators, a lot of fun was had in those days. We, ok, I didn't look at it like predator control, I was having fun!!!!! A pelt(s) would bring money for 12 gauge shells, bricks of .22lr, even helping out with the family, not to mention maybe spending it to take a girl out.
You didn't have the government involved - name on this trap, run it everyday, blah blah blah. Set it and check it when you could. We didn't wait weeks or anything, but hard for a youngster to check a trap everyday and have school, after school work and or sports, family obligations and chores, etc. Maybe getting some dad or granddad to loan us the pulpwood truck and load a cord and a half to make some serious extra money to buy traps.
Anyone remember betting a brick of .22lr or a .7oz coke on who could load the largest piece to go on the bottom for stacking the load?
