Maybe if I write about it I can talk myself out of it.

On the ride home from the boat tonight I passed an old trappin' permit and watched a big boar coon scoot across the road.

My mind was instantly on the trapline. I have a strong urge to put #1.75 ankle bracelets on a few song dogs this fall. I have two pieces of property where my incidental catch would be slim. I also have the last two weeks of November off from work.

Signed landowner permits are the first thing that need to be acquired. Then a little ant hill dirt for those cold November nights.

I have walked up to song dogs in my traps before. Just as I was about to do the dirty deed the coyotes reared back and sent their last howls skyward.

It is something I will never forget. The call to the line is strong.

I know exactly what you mean. This cool weather has me thinking along a similar line (pun intended ). Matching wits with them is a unique challenge. No talking you out of it now!