I took two more photographs of the muskrat as he swam upstream - just above Twin Bridges - with the second shot showing him about to go into a 'lead' under the bank. As I was thinking about my good luck in getting these photos I remembered that this was one of the places that my father back in the late '40s had ran a trap-line for muskrats. We would be up before day light walking in the cold morning from where ever we lived at the time to all these places I now photograph along the river while he 'looked' his traps - all set underwater and usually in the leads where the muskrats would be returning home from foraging for food. It was a brutish way of earning a living both for the muskrats and for my dad. He would take off his coat and any under garments save a tee-shirt, then lay on the bank on his belly and thrust his bare arm into the freezing cold water both to check his trap and to set or re-set it. When he would stand up after, to put his heavy clothing back on, steam like vapor would be evaporating off his arm floating upward in the cold while I shivered just thinking about it.
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