I had a little work to do before I could run tonight. I moved the horses' water tank and had to reattach a board. I was putting screws in with my cordless drill, not paying much attention when I slipped and my finger got trapped between the drill's screw driver and the board. I said, "ouch" (but it didn't sound like ouch). Within a couple minutes, with a Sponge Bob band-aid and a little duct tape I was good to go.
I loaded the dogs and headed for a favorite clearcut. Within a couple of minutes of turning loose, Butcher busted out with a rabbit. It crossed the road by me with Butcher and Chip right behind it. All the sudden I heard Gypsy scream out behind me. My first thought was, wow two rabbits at once. I quickly realized though that Gypsy wasn't moving but continued to squall like mad.
I hustled over to her, and saw her hung up in a trap. She was thrashing around and biting at her leg. I said "crap" (but it didn't sound like crap). Then, I thought about how I was going to get her out, but decided to just let her loose. I grabbed both sides of the trap and popped it open. She took off towards the other dogs who were still running. I yelled and then grabbed her and as soon as the other dogs paused started toning them so I could get out of there.
I headed for another clearcut about 10 minutes away. As my Ford Ranger climbed the hill to the clearcut I started to get nervous. The red clay was wet and sticky. I got within 15 feet of the top when my truck bogged down and wouldn't go any farther. I said "shoot" (but it didn't sound like shoot). I got out and looked around and started to get real nervous. I couldn't help but think about this truck-eating, red clay trap. I backed down the hill to a sort of flat place and went back and forth until I turned around facing down the hill. I got out of that trap while I still could.
I headed for another spot about 10 minutes away. I really wanted to run and knew this spot was always good for a couple of chases. I cut the dogs loose and headed them up the old logging road into the cover. All the sudden David started screaming. I rushed up to see him lunging around biting at the trap in the picture above. I said, "darn" (although it didn't sound like darn). Then, I reached down to let him go and quickly reconsidered when he swung around with fangs like Cujo.
I pulled off my fleece and pulled it over David. He was biting and jerking, obviously in a lot of pain. As I covered his head, he bit clear through the fleece. Once I had him bundled up, I reached down and released the trap. He walked down the lane towards the truck acting fine. At this point, I loaded the dogs into the truck and headed for home, having had enough traps for one day.
I tried to run Butcher, Chip, Dennis, David, and Gypsy.