In a grandson’s eyes, growing up in the fifties and sixties, and in the shadow of a grandfather, a famed and fabled rabbit and squirrel slayer, setting rabbit boxes had been a tradition and just the natural thing to do. The rabbit box, a wooden rectangular trap with a trip wire door, placed strategically could thin out the ever exploding cotton tail population.
Me, a man in my forties back then
and the famed hunter, my grandfather, no longer walking among the mortals, I carried
on the tradition with a friend of mine. He constructed the boxes. I placed several
of the crudely but affective constructed wooden traps on my three acres,
baiting them with apples and periodically checking them.
Sharing the bounty with my friend
and grandmother, alternating between the two, the boxes provided plenty of rabbits
for stewing, fricasseeing, frying and making dumplings. The problem with these
boxes is they can often attract other critters besides rabbits. The aromatic
sliced up apples strategically placed in the rear of the trap are just too
mouth watering to ignore.
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