While I consider myself to be an alpha predator carnivore, I have never taken much thrill from the death of any animal. I have killed hundreds of deer, antelope, caribou, rabbits, and squirrels. Shot untold numbers of geese, ducks, quails, partridge, and pheasants. I pride myself on the shot not the kill. I appreciate the beauty of the animal and am thankful for the bounty they have provided me.
There are however, a few animals that I have little remorse about their demise. Raccoons and feral cats never rate more than a casual thought. Today I added another animal to that short list. I have always had an uneasy peace with the woodchucks I would see grazing in my back field. I figured as long as they stayed back there I would leave them alone.
Recently one fool hardy ground hog decided to violate that truce and decided to take up residence under my large coop. While the evidence of his habitation was quite apparent I rarely saw him. Last week I found several places where he had tunneled into my garden. Several spots he has dug under the buried perimeter fencing and breaches into the chicken runs is imminent. While he poses no threat to the flocks, he is providing egress to animals that will.
This past Sunday morning I went to the garden to pick several large tomatoes that we had been anxiously waiting to ripen. From a distance I could see that they had finally reached the deep red peak of flavor. Imagine my ire to discover that everyone of them had been partially eaten.
Since it would be nearly impossible to just sit and wait hoping for his appearance and a possible kill shot. I opted to go for a method that is always on guard. Traps.
When fur prices tanked back in the late 80's I stupidly sold all of my trapping equipment. So Sunday evening I got on the internet and ordered some 160 and 220 conibear traps. The arrived late this afternoon and I immediately head for the garden. I was only able to set two before the storm hit.
After supper Hope and I went to the garden to pick some vegetables and much to my joy one of the traps had worked its magic. Now I must honestly admit that I was extremely happy for that animal to die.