Ok, try to take a photo op. They have gone to ground (mud)by now most likely. We have had close to freezing temperatures here in northern Washington State. I read the bullfrogs run about 8 inches here.
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Bulldog said are actually pretty easy to catch (compared to other animals anyway)
Want hard ? Try stalking weasels!
And I forgot it's winter everywhere else
Subsistence trappers. I don't know that Deadliestviper7 does that for a living. We lived in Alaska before we moved to Washington.
Didn't answer sooner, was at Dr's office. Didn't really have a reason to catch bullfrogs as an adult. They would eat my fish. Grew up elsewhere that didn't have bullfrogs. Had smaller frogs I caught plenty. We had chickens and weasel getting our eggs and smaller chickens and chicks and you are right: hard to catch a weasel.
Who wouldn't want to stalk weasels?! That sounds like fun......
Honestly my grandfather did it, and I went with him to check the traps a few times. He was also the first person who took me hunting deer. I really didnt care for either, dont like killing. Felt bad for the deer I shot and the mink I bashed. Cant shoot weasels here have to bash or drown them
. Weird law. Something left over from the 1800s.Cordial Greetings, My Father and I worked in construction in a small town in rural Alaska. I was a young apprentice. My Father also worked at the town gas station as mechanic and gas attendant. My Mother, Grandmother, and Grandfather worked at the Packson Lodge as cooks and Baker. (3 generations male Baker at that point.) My Grandfather, Father, and I would go ice hunting as the deeply frozen lakes were an easy way through the nearby dense wilderness. We brought home a caribou that the entire family dressed. We surplused our food larder and shared the bounty with our neighbors. This was common in early 1960s rural Alaska and I think to this day.Who wouldn't want to stalk weasels?! That sounds like fun......
Honestly my grandfather did it, and I went with him to check the traps a few times. He was also the first person who took me hunting deer. I really didnt care for either, dont like killing. Felt bad for the deer I shot and the mink I bashed. Cant shoot weasels here have to bash or drown them
Summers where we were temperate going from mid 60s-70s F., but summers were short. The mosquito s and flies were huge, as was the occasional moose in our back yard. I kept a few tree frogs. They could predict rain. A day or two before rain, the frog would climb as high as it could on it's branch within it's enclosure.
Winters were brutally cold; well below zero, and at that time it was illegal NOT to pickup a hitchhiker, because otherwise they could likely freeze to death.
Soon after we moved to Northern Washington State, where my Uncle, Grandfather, Father and I went deer hunting in the depths of our property. My Father got the deer, and he and my uncle carried it home, while my Grandfather and I packed home the rifles and all of our gear.
My Father teaching me target skills with the rifle aided me later in archery and dart competitions.
I kept my passion for frogs. We had a creek that was slow moving in places, so my cousins and I collected frogs, that had a multitude of colors,stripes, and patterns. We had frog races and bred the best frogs for speed and the most attractive color/pattern schemes.
It was then I had my first aquarium. My first fish were a black shark and zebra danios. (The danios were easy to breed for egglayers.) I had one of those big metal framed aquariums that you still see for sale on the market every once in a while. The knowledge in this branch of animal husbandry has changed in the last few decades.
