When I was 6 or 7, my Grandfather gave me two #1 longspring traps for Christmas, I wasn't allowed in the woods alone at that age, but two neighbor kids and I managed to sneak out and use them to catch a skunk ( and get sprayed ) soon after. The next year, he gave me and old predator call and showed me how to use it. I don't think my Mother ever forgave him for either gift. My life has always seemed to center around calling and trapping ever since.
Now folks are accusing me of moving my family 2,000 miles to the Arizona dessert, just because there are a lot of coyotes here to call and trap. That's not true, there were plenty of other reasons, and if you give me a day or two I might be able to come up with one of them. 
Calling and trapping coyotes has to be the most addicting thing on Earth. Just ask most anyone here!
