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.


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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