I am a Trapper - Just Say Thank You By Ted Nugent
Jan 19, 2009 - 12:37:38 AM
I AM A TRAPPER-JUST SAY THANK YOU
by Ted Nugent
It was brutally cold this morning in the frozen Michigan swamp, but I was feeling warm and good inside. The magnificent snowfall had reached more than 3 feet, and walking in its pure white splendor was another example of how I get high. It was whiter than Johnny and Edgar Winter with Pat Boone singing Lawrence Welk songs with Mr. Rogers as Chet Edwards tried to rap. Now that's white. The world around me was breathtakingly spiritual, and I was truly one with the wind. Godbless the Spirit of the Wild baby.
Only a small, bubbling trickle remained unfrozen in the babbling brook winding its way through the Christmas card like marshland landscape, so I stepped carefully into the frigid waters to check my trap. I had already put some beautiful muskrats, grey and red fox, a coyote and a mink in my trapper's basket, but as always, the intrigue and anticipation was palpable as I lifted the dripping connibear from the icy pool. Hoisting my first beaver into this winter, water wonderland was one of the most exciting moments in the wild I have ever experienced, its luxurious fur coat a thing of natural beauty and wonderment. Renewable, natural fur is one of God's most perfect creations, and even as a young teenager, I instinctively knew that the best way to respect such a gift is through intelligent utility.
Of course, the anti-trappers would argue, sometimes to the point of success in banning trapping. But of course in a world of citified disconnect and comfortable, intellectually bankrupt denial, we all know that following all trapping bans in the world, the bureaucrats scramble insanely for damage control after rabies, distemper, mange and entire wetlands are destroyed from overpopulations of beaver and muskrats, then they take more wasted tax dollars to hire someone to trap the animals. So much for banning trapping. I trap. I'm smarter.
To this day many, many years later, I am continuing the time honored tradition of hands-on conservation in its purest form. Trapping is, afterall is said and done, all about wise use, balance and biodiversity. I wish Americans knew and better understood the pivotal role that trapping played in the foundation of this great nation. That our so called education system barely gleans over this important chapter in our history is unforgivable. Thank God that there are still a handful of hearty naturalists who continue to perform these essential duties for the environment to keep disease and overpopulation under control. Plan B is for idiots.
In the always thrilling wilds of Texas, a trapper is truly in heaven. With more coyotes, coons, possum, skunk, red fox and grey fox, bobcats galore and the occasional crafty cougar, rounding that next bend on our traplines is a thrill that everyone should experience. I crave my longrange rifle hunting marksmanship, for a controlled sight picture and trigger squeeze can pay off in some mighty fine backstraps or fur when a rifleman puts his heart and soul into it. And of course the black powder and handgun hunter must call upon an even more demanding discipline and degree of stealth to close the gap for these limited range firearms. Ultimately, us bowhunters know the unbelievable frustration of penetrating the 20 yard range of our primitive mystical flight of the arrow no matter how state of the art our chosen archery gear may be. Now all that hunting is mesmerizing to say the least, whether it is a 300 yard rifle shot or a 10 yard bow shot.
But now take it to its most intimate of critter relationships, and instead of trying to outwit God's most capable of elusive prey species at those distances, try outsmarting the most cunning predators there are, and try to determine exactly where they will place a foot. On God's entire good green earth, a trapper must so completely know the ways of the wild as to predict where the target animal will actually step. Exactly! Now that's wild.
Each year, trappers harvest the essential surplus, just like we do with deer, turkey, doves, waterfowl, squirrels, rabbits and all the renewable game species that feed and clothe our families. Organic baby, it's the way to go. There is no more environmentally beneficial activity than hunting, fishing and trapping, and I am doing my fair share. Fur rocks.