Here's pics from earlier this season when Crazyweasel came along for the day on the ermine line for a little comradery. Cold but a sunny windless day. The weather "true" MN's live for(keeps away the killer bees). All photos courtesy of Crazyweasel(I waive all rights and knowledge of their existence-unless they're worth money). Hope you enjoy and not too many.
One of my four type boxes. Fits raised bar and modified wood traps.
"Caught with the goods"
Supersized "Culvert". I have caught ermine from 6" ones to this. What they lead between is what is most important.
Always what you want to find. Maybe a little bigger.
Marked culvert in good ermine habitat.
Modified wood trap in vinyl box.
Can't catch one in every box - but I'm working at it.
Almost a box full. Don't believe this type box would hold a Longtail.
Reversed raised bar trap take more large ermine than "pan to hole" direction, which seems to just wack them on the head and not always get a head hold. Took a couple dead ermine found with bloody nose outside box to learn that lesson.
No crushed skulls.
I love the raised bar style trap design but unfortunately they are expensive and not made to last(especially in severe cold). This one is going to need a wash.
The 2poor catch. Always nice.
Do you guys(and/or gals) place your trap "tight" to hole? I'm experimenting.
Experimental "periscope" box. Most shrew resistant design yet, but some ermine refusal as well. Still testing and seeing which style trap works with it best.
Always hang a little cable on the weekend if I can. The day before our run I was up with the kids for winter paintball so I put a couple snares out. This guy almost made it thru clean(rear foot catch). It's hard to have a loop perfect for both Reds and greys. Greys are as slick as cats.
Perfect specimen for the Taxi-man.
I know that guy with the grandpa hat is in most every picture(must have a good agent) but whenever we tried to get one with Crazyweasel the camera "froze", literally. And when we asked a curious driverbye if he wanted to get in one he insinuated we were crazy. Like what would you expect from grown men, crawling around in the snow, in the ditch, on a sub zero day, trying to catch a weasel? Smile when you picture that.