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 ...

Back in the late 1950s and early 1960s, I had a younger brother who would trap and hunt whatever was in season. My dad was very happy when he came home with rabbits and squirrels. He would also clean ...

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 ...

The world seems to be conspiring to make Delawareans stop eating muskrat. Just look at all the reasons not to. Peak season runs from January to March—just the time of year when wading around in a ...