Friday, April 1, 2011

I smell a rat...

...and he's dead.

It's my first 'kill' as a trapper.



The muskrat wasn't too happy. He gave me the middle finger/claw.

And his dental health leaves a little to be desired.

Definitely no love from the muskrat. Captain and Tennille must have known friendlier muskrats.


My only consolation...I didn't enter trapping for the friendships.

1 comments:

Rebecca April 2, 2011 at 11:40 AM  

So, if not for Friendship, why DID you enter trapping? Fun? Food? Fur?

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