After being warmed up, I was starving. I grabbed two of the burritos we brought for lunch and put them on the stove to cook. While the lunch cooked, I took the fishing rod and headed out to the river. It isn’t a fast river like the Zambezi or anything, just kind of slow moving. So as I started fishing, I reeled in a small trout. It flopped around on the snowy ground, disappearing under the snow. I reached my hand down to pick up my prize when something caught my eye. A black ferret looking creature hopped along the bank towards me. It was a mink, one of the animals we rarely try to trap, mostly because they are worth merely $5-$10. I grabbed the fish and tossed it to the creature. It wandered up to the trout, sniffed at it for awhile, and then sunk its teeth into the flesh of the fish. It then dragged the fish away out of sight to enjoy its lunch.
As I was about to make another cast, I heard my stomach growl. I had forgotten about my lunch. I then made a mad dash to the toasty cabin and took my bean burrito. My dad sat in a chair next to me eating his meal as the snow that covered him melted, soaking his coat. After we finished drying our gear and eating our luxury meal, we decided it was time to begin trapping again. My dad and I were now going to check the traps along the other side of the river, where we set our most effective coyote, fox, and wolf sets. So we loaded up on our snow machines that we noticed it had half a tank of fuel left; just enough to make the trip.
After we checked the traps along the river, we ended up with a coyote and a beautifully colored cross fox. So that night we ate a scrumptious pot of Denty Moore Beef stew and hunkered in for the night. The next day we ate a huge spread of pancakes and bacon, and headed out around the lake to finish off our trip. As we skimmed across the sparkling snow, it started to gently fall from the sky. After about half way around the lake at the south side, snow started to dump from the sky at an incredible pace. We pulled to a stop and saw a lynx sneering deep into my soul, waiting for its chance to latch at me. My dad popped it with a pistol and threw it into the metal, snow covered sled. The weather was starting to head south, and we were around 30-40 miles away from our cabin. My dad and I had no choice but continue, so we kept on going. Suddenly our vision was blocked by a white out. This could result in getting lost and disoriented.
The snow was four-feet deep and was gaining fast, and the GPS that was our guideline along the trapline was malfunctioning. My dad and I were in a fix. We kept driving, looking for the tree line so we could find our cabin and retreat from this storm. What we didn’t know was that we were in the middle of the lake where the white out shadowed out everything but the white of the snow. I remembered nightmarish wind, completely white everywhere and the sound of wind sweeping snow across the vast lake. So after around an hour or two we were out of gas. To add to the matter, a belt broke on our snow machine. I had to hold up the engine cover so it wouldn’t blow away while my dad equipped another belt inside the machine. I thought that we would never make it off the lake, but suddenly we saw a little trail leading off into the trees. Trees! We had finally found the tree line. My dad told me another of his friend’s cabins was supposed to be nearby. So we struggled to make it to the lodge sized cabin with the small amount of gas left in our snow mobile.
We got the key and crashed with exhaustion on the bed. The next morning the sky was clear, the mountains were in full view, and we were heading home. Once my dad and I got back home, I was relieved that we were finally back from the wilderness.“I’ve had enough trapping for now” I said to myself.
When I brought in the GPS from the snow machine, the battery was dead, but when I plugged it back in, it said we drove 130 miles, and it showed that we drove around four large circles in the middle of the lake. This is what could happen in these situations, although our experience was mild. Some people never do find their way back. They freeze or get lost and die of the bitter cold, however only the true trappers survive.