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It's that time of the season where I'm beginning to burnout. More than any other outdoor activity, trapping is a grind. The line is heartless. It does not care about your job. It does not care if you are sick. It does not care about family or friends. It does not care if you are exhausted. It has to be ran. Fur has to be put up. My truck reeks. While running the line my mind is now on kokanee fishing. Brook trout. Gardening. My couch. Though I love the taste of fresh coffee bouncing in my mug while rumbling up logging roads I long to enjoy it on the patio with my bride warming up in the morning sun. Feels like forever since I've been able to do that. I'm tired of doing so much laundry the line creates. Tired of misplacing things because I'm too tired. The adrenaline still kicks in when setting a trap just perfectly but I now fear success more than failure. Yes, I believe it is time to pull the line, clean up and put everything away. I'll miss it within a week.