As a young man, my father was a trapper. He told me of his exploits, gathering fox, raccoon, muskrat and mink fur as a moneymaking project. He loved being an entrepreneur.

Unfortunately, his profits were all lost in the Great Depression when the local bank went under. When I asked for help in setting up a similar trapping operation, he indicated that I was on my own. However, he said if I would trap for mice, rats, pigeons, and groundhogs he would be happy to go into business with me. He set forth a schedule of payments for each category. I had a morning routine, setting traps in the granary for mice and rats, which was quite successful. Groundhogs paid more but were harder to catch.

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