I forgot my minnow bucket in the shack yesterday with a dozen shinners and a few suckers. When I opened the door first thing I see is a totally empty bucket.... nothing left at all. I look on my seat and see a nice pile of SH!T... Look on the floor and five more piles for me to clean up. At this point I'm getting concerned as to what the heck is goin on. Now I notice insulation all over the fricken place. So I grab the spud and start pokin around the propane tank and there he is. Brown fur, little black eyes. I have never seen one up close but I think it was a pine martin. It is my only guess. Really looked like a ferret but real dark brown fur. The thing is I can't figure out how he got in there. The shack was banked up tight and there were no holes where it looked like he dug in. The insulation was toar up as he was trying to get out. I ended up fishing with him somewhere in the shack but I never did see him again. Just wondering if it was a martin or something else? All I know is I have one hell of a mess to clean up from that little bastard! Anyone ever had this experience??
I have heard of Muskrats coming up in shanties and making a mess. My grandpa had a 3 foot tall pile of weeds stacked up in his shanty one time on Lake Mitchell. He said it was just about as tall as his stack of beer cans LOL... But your guess is as good as mine as to what it was. Great story and really appreciate you sharing...
just looked at some pictures and it was a fisher... for sure. I still can't figure out how he got in. He sure made a mess tryin to get back out! Gonna have to get a live trap if he's still in there tomorrow. On a fishing note. One eighteen incher at 5:45 came in and slammed my rap. Marked about six others I couldn't coax. spent 15 minutes trying to catch one that would just follow me around. Frustrating.
I keep a 4 gal. aerated pail in my cold garage to keep left over bait. I went out to check on them yesterday morning and see a large white object floating in it. I started thinking that it was a dead, bloated sucker but I remembered that I used up the last of them over the weekend. I got to looking at it more and realized that it was an ermine. I've been throwing dead bait out the side door and he's probably been eating it and sniffed his way back to the source. Funny thing is, I have 25 weasel boxes for trapping about 10 feet from my pail. In the process, some of my bait died too. Grrr!!!!