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Originally Posted by PCP_ECOM
hey Keg I cut my teeth trapping raccoons and rats/mink and fox in Nova Scotia,for 30+yrs til I moved here to work as a Meat Inspector
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Good stuff. My dad talked a lot about his home province.
He grew up in Margret's Cove, just down from Cape Spit I believe it's called.
He trapped the finger that stuck out into the bay.
His dad was a fisherman and sawmill owner. All dad wanted to do was trap and he couldn't take the ocean swells so fishing for a living was out.
He left home when he was 14 and headed west to join his brother on a trapline near Codotte Lake Alberta.
His brother returned to Nova Scotia to run the sawmill. Dad married a sheep herders daughter and went to trapping/homesteading and making babies.
They had no TV and only one radio station so they needed something to do at night.
I and my three brothers and twelve sisters were the result.
We were a proper hillbilly family.
