On the way to feed cows this morning, I swung by my little trapline to check traps & make a few changes. Last trap was tripped, with blood in the jaws (offset #3 victor) and blood splattered around. Weird weird weird. Usually if I have anything tripped & empty like that, coons are to blame. I reset my pan tension a fuzz tighter, and remade the set. This was just a regular set at the end of a log, that I'd put some of Caven's Feline Fix on, and sprayed a little cat pee on the backing. For backing, I'd used a couple of coyote turds I'd found nearby. I wasn't really expecting coon action, but that's what I figured it was. As I made my way back around to the road, directly across the cut milo field (and I do mean directly across from the tripped trap, like... you could follow the rows directly to my trap) there lays a coon dead in the road. Hmmm.... out of curiosity I stop and get a look. This coon has a back foot badly mangled, and I flipped him over to see a trapjaw crease on the other side of his foot. That was the silly coon I'd had in my trap!!! I thought "You gotta be kiddin' me!!!" but sure enough, that had to've been him. Nobody else is trapping within miles of me. He was a beauty. Big old boar coon. I'd post a picture, but it is kinda nasty. I'll spare everybody having to look at it.oooh: Weird weird weird. Glad I came up with the coon though. I'm also glad it was butt cold last night as well, he was frozen solid. Sweet luck.