LAST EDITED ON Dec-31-07 AT 04:32PM (MST)[p]Reddog, I wish they were legal to trap where I used to set. Our state hasn't allowed otters in many years, if they ever did at all. Any that I caught in a victor, I let go. The tough ones were the ones caught in Conibears. Our state requires an environmental review justifying all of our seasons, and I once asked a friend who worked for our fish and game how many otters they believed were "incidentally taken" in our state each year. He told me that they figured 10 to 12 otters a year in their environmental document. I assured him there were at least that many taken each year. Thankfully, he knew better than to ask how I was so sure of that many being taken.
One time, I had this big male otter with a back foot catch in a 1.75. He was sitting right next to where I'd caught him, looking pretty forlorn when I pulled up in my boat. I got my choke stick out, and dropped the noose over his neck in order to take his foot out of the trap. His foot was in great shape, nothing more than a few sore toes, and was pretty calm until I went to let him go, BUT......BOY, WAS HE EVER PIZZED OFF AT ME NOW! First, I tried to simply let him go, but each time I did, he immediately lunged at me, and they've got BIG TEETH! So, I tried calming him a bit by choking him before letting him go, that didn't work eihter, it only made him madder! So, I stood there, holding him at bay with the noose still snug around his neck, trying to figure out what the heck I was gonna do to let him go without getting eaten alive in the process. I decided to get in the boat and drive out to deeper water and let him go there, figuring he'd just swim off...WRONG!
When I tried to let him go in the water, he tried to climb into the boat with me and we weren't going there, no how, no way. Imagine a 240 pound trapper,wearing chest waders, in a twelve foot johnboat with a 35 pound pizzed off otter fighting to someone's death.....cause somebody was gonna die if he got in the boat, not sure who it would have been.
I finally got the bright idea to choke him, underwater, for as long as I dared without killing him. I tightened down on that noose as hard as I dared while holding him under water. When his fighting and thrashing mostly subsided, I loosened the noose enough for him to take a breath of swamp water. He came up coughing and choking and the last thing I saw was him swimming away....while I was going full speed in the opposite direction.
As for strange things, I never did catch anything real strange. Best unusual circumstance actually happened while we were predator calling. We had a Peregrine Falcon swoop down on the caller and land in the tree 10' above my buddy, chittering away at the caller. That bird scared the heck out of him. Going calling tomorrow evening, hoping to shoot some bobcats or coyotes with a load of Dead Coyote. It'll be fun, that's for sure!