Back in the early days of my fatherhood, my little girl would have to go check traps with me. The wife worked as a maid at the local motel, and I worked a night shift at a dirt factory, so I would bundle the daughter up and drag her around on a little sled. She would play with the critters like they were stuffed animals, and hang out with me skinning. fleshing, stretching. Lately shes been reminiscing about those days, and has dropped a few hints about trapping again. On the way into town this morning there was a fresh dead raccoon along the road, so I picked it up and headed home. It was a fun project today with the daughter skinning the danged thing with a little advice from me. She will flesh it, and do a quick borax tan and make something out of it. It was good to see her excited about this, I guess kids pay attention after all. Someday she will be dragging me around on a little sled! That was the deal we made a long time ago!