- Gender and Relationships
Wildcat traps and Rattlesnakes
This was a conversation between my sister & myself on Facebook. I changed the names for privacy.
Me; Do you remember Pop's wildcat trap?
Sister; I had it in my back yard for years. I think I gave it to Missy's husband.
Sister; Do you remember the "snake leggings" incident? Uhoh, I sense another story! LOL
Me; Not so much the leggings, but I do remember the snake stick. Did the leggings have anything to do with Pop's Rattlesnake skin?
Sister; They were to "protect" the guys from snake-bites while they hunted. Now, remember, you can buy these things, but they wanted to make their own. Plaster of paris as a mold. Picture the things cut open & thrown down in the yard in disgust. And(this is the GOOD part), Pop's leg hairs sticking out & waving in the breeze! ROTF, with tears in my eyes again. They invented leg waxing in one fell swoop!
Me; I don't really remember that, but I can picture it in my mind. That's our family's way. Why buy something when I can make it cheaper?
Sister; Yep. I have definately inherited those genes.
Sister; And since the 1st time didn't work, they tried it a second time. With Pop wearing a pair of pantyhose to avoid the pain. The 2nd time didn't work, either!
Me; Why did Joe Namath just come to mind?
That was the end of that conversation with my sister. Did anyone notice just how quickly the subject changed? But I feel I should mention the Wildcat trap.
Pop and I got this crazy idea one day that we should build a Wildcat trap. I don't remember exactly why we thought we needed to catch wild Wildcats, but we went ahead and drew up plans for a humane live trap.
We cut up an old bed-frame made of angle iron, used some fairly strong fencing, designed a raccoon proof locking system, and, I don't remember any bolts, so I think my brother in-law welded the whole thing together. And it worked!
So Pop and I carried it out to the woods, put a chicken neck in it for bait and left it overnight.
We came back the next day. We could hear that it had something in it but when we got to where we could see the trap,
It turned out that we had caught our old hound dog, (Dixie). We tried moving the trap to other places but we kept catching Dixie.So, after about a week, we retired the trap.
Instead of building a wildcat trap, we had found that we had accually built a tame dog trap.
I guess it could have been worse. We could've caught a Skunk...