A lonely Job...

[AL WORRELLS KID]

...But quite satisfying.
 Spending time alone out on the Trapline, away from the everyday cares of life. Focusing on the task at hand, thinking about what waits behind the next tree. Listening for that warning rustle brought in by the wind, just before you see their cold stare, as they watch your every move.

[Loup Loup]

You’ve just described my dogs and me as I process 60 some beaver tails.

[AL WORRELLS KID]

 Loup Loup, I remember my "Mentor" AL, started making Wallets too from all the Western Washington Beaver he would Trap.
He used to throw his Dog "Chief" a Foot or two as a Treat to chew on as he watched him Skin for hours on end.
Do you render you're Tails out for the Oil, after you skin them?