Wow, even we sedate Canucks who fish sturgeon carry a rifle and dispatch the thing. Got one you had to leave the tailgate down on the F150 to haul home. Had won a wee chainsaw the week before at an axe throwing contest and put vegetable oil in the chain oil resevoir and cut it into steaks. Pretty greasy. The rest got cut up and my neighbour used it for trapping. Reminds me to call the trapper to see if he got the dang beaver outta the creek behind the cabin. They flooded the trail in so bad we had to canoe, and I hate to waste them big rats with a gun when the fur is no good, but the tail is fine eating.

When I worked south of Longlac I was the one to deal with the beavers. 3 red crackers with fuses tied to a pole into the culvert (usually dammed there), and 3 more in the house. No more flooded road. My mother said once "they pay you all that money to drive around and blow stuff up?" Yup, what else did the fire marshal have to do when it rained?

John Conley
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