Growing up, in northeast Ohio in the early 1970s, trapping was a huge part of what my father and I did every Fall. And while we didn’t specifically target muskrats, they were our bread and butter. Why ...

The 17-foot aluminum boat scoots across the Cohansey River against a backdrop of blue sky and wispy clouds. Cord grass sways and snaps in a brisk breeze. At the helm is John Zander, a trapper whose ...

Back in the late 1950s and early 1960s, I had a younger brother who would trap and hunt whatever was in season. My dad was very happy when he came home with rabbits and squirrels. He would also clean ...