Growing up, in northeast Ohio in the early 1970s, trapping was a huge part of what my father and I did every Fall. And while we didn’t specifically target muskrats, they were our bread and butter. Why ...
The 17-foot aluminum boat scoots across the Cohansey River against a backdrop of blue sky and wispy clouds. Cord grass sways and snaps in a brisk breeze. At the helm is John Zander, a trapper whose ...
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