I know I’ve probably told a few of these stories, probably more than once😆. My dad back in the 40,s and myself in the 60,s used to help trap deer the old fashioned way. We built pens in certain areas in the Methow, the Game Department (not WDFW) used to “recruit” college students, cowboys and pretty much anyone else who wanted to help trap, tag and document movement of mule deer. My first time was in the early 60,s, my job was to sit on a small knoll that led into a “net funnel” that trapped deer in about a 2000 or so square foot pen. My job, stay hidden behind a big pine and bang a hammer against an old wash pan when guys on horseback or in a helicopter drove the deer towards the pens. When the deer started running towards the funnel I started making noise😆 Some of my fondest memories are of these times, in fact, about 20 years or so ago I went into one of these trap areas in the Methow (one of my favorites) and found a lone pole that was dug into the dirt. The pole is about 12 foot tall and was the only one left that used to hold the nets. The rest were disintegrated into the earth. This pole sits in my sons “museum/man cave” that represents our family’s hunting history. Great memories.
