Beavers love wood that’s been sweated on, like a rifle stock. Lumberjacks soon learned to not leave their axes laying about or they’d come back to find them all chewed up.
I feel for the kid. Very, very few people have ever believed my story about successfully fishing for raccoons with a fried chicken leg and a length of string, back when I lived in a 3rd floor apartment in Austin.
On the other hand, he now can refer to his lost Remington as “that dam rifle” and be perfectly accurate.
November 20th, 2013 at 9:48 pm
Beavers love wood that’s been sweated on, like a rifle stock. Lumberjacks soon learned to not leave their axes laying about or they’d come back to find them all chewed up.
November 21st, 2013 at 6:26 pm
I feel for the kid. Very, very few people have ever believed my story about successfully fishing for raccoons with a fried chicken leg and a length of string, back when I lived in a 3rd floor apartment in Austin.
On the other hand, he now can refer to his lost Remington as “that dam rifle” and be perfectly accurate.