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06 November 2003 - 15:41

tug-of-war with a weasel

I feel guilty about relating this, because it isn't really my story to tell. But it is a good story.

One of my wardens called this morning. Officially to talk about sage grouse stuff, but he also wanted to tell me about his encounter with a weasel.

He was working one of our elk seasons, looking for hunters.

A fairly easy thing to do, this year. Drive out the county road until you see tire tracks heading out into the deep snow, and then follow the tracks to the hunter's vehicle at the other end.

Anyway, whilst tracking tracks, my friend stopped to take a pee. And was surprised by a small weasel that came running around the front of his truck. And stopped just a few feet away, to appraise this big, tall intruder in its world.

He shot up the last of a roll of film on this little mustelid, and then it disappeared under the front of the truck.

So he got in, and backed the outfit up. Exposing the little weasel, with the recently deceased cottontail it had killed, stashed in the middle of the road. As the weasel diligently tugged the huge cottontail carcass into one of the tire ruts, the warden reloaded his camera.

And then pursued on foot.

The weasel pretty much ignored him, humping its way down the track with a dead rabbit at least seven times its size. Unable to turn off the track because of the deep snow. Every once in a while the weasel would abandon the rabbit, bound down the road to find the spot it wanted to turn off into the sage, and then return for the carcass.

And every once in a while it would abandon the carcass and hop over to check the photographer's feet, to make sure they weren't those of a rabbit stealer, I guess.

My friend got close enough that, as the weasel tugged with all its might, he reached down and grabbed the other end of the dead rabbit.

And played tug-of-war with a weasel.

Really.

And this rough, moose-killing warden then made up for the trouble by helping push the rabbit carcass up the road.

And I have to believe him, because I now have, in my inbox, incredibly close photographs of a weasel.

Tugging on a rabbit.

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