Growing up, in northeast Ohio in the early 1970s, trapping was a huge part of what my father and I did every Fall. And while we didn’t specifically target muskrats, they were our bread and butter. Why ...

The 17-foot aluminum boat scoots across the Cohansey River against a backdrop of blue sky and wispy clouds. Cord grass sways and snaps in a brisk breeze. At the helm is John Zander, a trapper whose ...

PEA PATCH ISLAND, Del. - Shin-deep in the icy muck, Tim Evans reaches a gloved hand into a watery hole and fishes out his treasure: a sodden mass of dark hair and claws, with four tiny, yellow ...