Haha cool. That was a big part of my childhood as well. Tromping through the bush with my Dad at night, following the sound of bellowing hounds with raccoons treed. One night my Dad and I went out just on foot and stayed out till almost 2am. We came back with 14 pelts that night. Two big backpacks full. My Dad pretty much paid for half of our small first family home in 1971-76 with the proceeds of fur sales. The other half with his engineering job for a local logging equipment manufacturer. Great memories. Qualified rednecks.