Yeow! Can't imagine the predicament of a 330 on both legs or any other part of the body. It must have taken some gumption for your Dad to release himself. I can imagine that a few trappers have been bit and didn't get out over the years.
I'm just glad trappers can't use number 6 Newhouse bear traps anymore or hiking in the bush would be a little more interesting.
I've mentioned before that when I was a kid my uncle showed my Dad and me a No.6 Newhouse bear trap with teeth. My uncle and his hunting partner found it around 1960 while moose hunting somewhere along the Pembina west of Edmonton. The memory still gives me the hebee gebees. The No.6 had a moss covered work boot with a leg bone sticking out...caught firmly between the jaws. I guess police looked at it and decided it was a fellow missing from a logging camp a couple of decades earlier. My uncle passed 45 years ago and I think his partner had it after that. But his hunting partner would be long gone now too. I often wondered what happened to the trap with the boot and leg.
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This country was started by voyagers whose young lives were swept away by the currents of the rivers for ten cents a day... just for the vanity of the European's beaver hats. ~ Red Bullets
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It is when you walk alone in nature that you discover your strengths and weaknesses. ~ Red Bullets
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