So Terry came home from work to screw down the roof before a big wind storm. I was out working the ranch to be there incase he fell off so I could call 911 if necessary. As I was cleaning up I discovered a mink living in our junk pile. So I so proudly set a trap and after a time or two I caught us a live black mink. I was raised on a mink farm and know how mean they are so I was pretty careful about the whole situation. Once I caught it I wondered what to do with it. My dad kept trying to talk us into buying 5 females and get started with our little mink ranch with a shed or two. But with Terry's sensitive nose we knew minking was not the right adventure for us. So we found the mink a new home after a week of keeping it and having the kids feed it to realize just how stinky and mean they really are. I was thankful for this short lived mini mink ranch to give my kids an idea of what I was raised with. Of course they didn't have to pelt it, feed it and water it 3 times a day in summer and drag frozen hoses through 16 sheds during the winter months twice a day. Or try and catch the ones that got out. Or have your favorite cat killed by the mink. They didn't even have to sawdust the mink boxes. But they did get to finally see, smell and hear one!
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