So yesterday I kicked a post off about the demise of Fatty the groundhog. I have his distant relative now roaming my yard space gobbling up clover and sniffing the potato patch. My raised bed is built out of concrete blocks and fenced for deer, so he’s not going there. In any case, I’m done with these little bastards.
BUT, I did feel a little bad about taking Fatty out, so I’m opting to give this new character the opportunity to walk into a Havahart trap and save his own life. I’ll even give him a free 10 mile ride in the car before setting him free . . . . but NOOOOOOO, do you think he’ll walk into it after a few organic carrots and an apple? No, I only got THIS:
Oh my God, didn’t he stink. I’m guessing he was trapped during the night – logical guess. The Mrs told me about him when I got home from work. Poor bastard sat in the sun all day, standing in his own piss and shit with flies buzzing everywhere. You can see where he tried to dig out. Didn’t happen. I contemplated giving him a one way trip up the road, but I couldn’t be bothered. I popped the door and he happily exited.
Ironically, I was bitching about the groundhog today, and someone told me they’d caught one in a Havahart trap with peanut butter smeared on fresh lettuce. That’s my next attempt, but if that doesn’t work . . . . there’s always the bow.
All of this bring us to a valuable SHTF lesson, party peeps. A lesson beyond protecting your garden turf from vicious and wild woodchucks, a lesson about Havahart traps . . . they’re so friggin’ SHTF sexy. I mean, think about it. When TEOTWAWKI hits and your food supplies are running low you’ll want to conserve energy, so hunting won’t be a good use of your time . . . but if you can set a trap – yessah! The Havahart traps keep your food FRESH, too. No need to tell the family what’s in the SHTF stew, it’s whatever landed in the trap. Don’t ask, don’t tell – just eat, or make a game out of it – “Guess what’s in today’s soup.” Yummy!
– Ranger Man