The trap was old, rusted, stiff, even before I was given it. Grandpa said I needed to know how to provide for myself, and the ranch backed onto woodland. So we walked out together, and he taught me how to oil the trap, plant it, how to secure it to a log just heavy enough for an animal to drag and tire themselves out, assuming their leg didn't break between the jaws.
Every day I come out here and check on the trap. For him, in his memory, and all he did.
But I never set it. That's for me.
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