I got ready to check the trap line this morning, which is what I do when he's gone. I got all the way out to where I was going (about 3 miles from home) and noticed I had a flat tire. I opened up my pack and pulled out the tire pump, only to find the latch on the nozzle had broke somewhere along the way. Nice! So I limped back home, slowly......
I got home and decided to try to change the tire by myself. It had come off the rim....Yea, ok...that didn't go over so well since I seem to have a husband who likes to make sure the tires don't fall off (I couldnt even get them to budge!). So I scrapped that idea....I called hubby, he called his dad who said he would come help me with the tire. So while waiting, I decide to plow the driveway. I start up the other 4 wheeler, warmed her up, hopped on, and went to raise the plow. Nothing. No up, no down. ARGH
! By this point I was already frustrated. I get off the machine and wiggled wires, tapped the wench, wiggled more wires and after about 15 minutes, Walla! I found a lose wire near the handle bars. We have contact! It works!!! YEA
!! So I get the driveway plowed...here comes father in law. He takes the tire off and I take it down to the shop. I hand the tire to the guys and tell em to fix it. They come back out about 10 minutes later to inform me I had a pebble by the stem causing a slow leak. Ok, so the tire is fixed, I asked what I owed them and he says No charge...Have a good day! (I could just see the smirk in his comment, you know that kind of smirk you get when someone thinks you have lost your mind?).....I'd like to think he just felt sorry for me
......BUT, things were looking up!
I get home, get the tire on and proceed on down the line. Nothing exciting until I came upon our last set. Here was the largest and most beautiful fox I had ever seen! Now, keep in mind, in all my years trapping this was going to be my first dispatch (I had my .22 but I didn't want to put a hole in him). I watched my dad and hubby quickly and humanely dispatch animals over the years and I was convinced I could do it without putting a hole in him. I took my handy stick with a "Y" in it that my darling husband made for me before he left, and walked up to him. I got ahold of his head, and kneeled down on him until he was no longer breathing. My heart was pounding, I had never done this on my own! My fear was not kneeling on him long enough and have him come alive while tied down by bungy cords!!!
It felt as though I was there forever!...When I was convinced he was gone, I loaded him up, called hubby and headed home.
So I persevered! The day didn't whoop my butt after all. I have forgotten all my woes and happy to have a fur I can call my "own"......
I now need dinner and a long nap........!