Minkenry Stories- That'e' The Hunting Mink.

[Minkenry 1,044]

whare can I get the book ithink that would be brilliant to read yis aidy

 

The book is a full 244 pages on 22 x 30 centimeter paper, so it's a lot of reading! In the book there are a couple chapters talking about mink in general, their habits in the wild, and their temperament in captivity. In the next couple chapters, I then go over the story of minkeny, telling how it all got started with its progress up until today. The remaining 9 chapters go over how to tame, train, care for, and hunt with a mink.

 

 

 

 

If you want to order my book, the least expensive way is to send an e-mail to "thenewsportofminkenry@mail.com" and request a copy of the book.

Edited October 15, 2014 by Minkenry

[Minkenry 1,044]

Now THIS was a hunt I wish we caught on film!!!

My wife Maggie and I took That’e’ to a local park that has brown rats living in the bank of the stream flowing through the park. I released That’e’ at the far end of the stream, farthest from where the rat colonies were living. I wanted to let That’e’ use his nose to seek out the rats himself, rather than just put him down right next to the holes I figured were most likely to have rats in them.

When released, That’e’ quickly ran to a drainage pipe sticking out of the stream bank, and slipped inside. He was acting all jumpy and wild, sticking his head out of the hole, then ducking back in the hole over and over again. When he finally decided to come out of the pipe, he would quickly run back and hide every time he heard a strange sound, or one of us made a quick movement. “Why is he being so jumpy?” my wife Maggie asked. “Because he’s a mink!” I replied with a smile. “It’s probably the wind.” I said this time actually answering her question. “The wind scares animals because it makes everything move and makes noises that could mask the approach of a predator. The wind makes horses even more nervous than it does mink!”

After wasting a few more minutes running back and forth, That’e’ began to start hunting along the bank, still obviously nervous and aware of our every movement. The more he searched the holes along the bank, the more That’e’ calmed down and began to act more like himself. We talked to him as we followed him, so he would know it was us and not a predator. Our voices seemed to reassure him that he was safe, and he stopped reacting to our movements and the sounds we made while walking.

As That’e’ worked his way down the stream, checking every nook and cranny as he went, he came around a bend where some mallard ducks floated on the water. He snuck up on them, and then leaped from the bank, landing in the water behind the ducks who swam away quacking, but clearly not really that afraid of their pursuer. After giving a short chase down stream, That’e’ realized that his efforts to outswim the ducks were useless, and he went back to searching the bank for brown rats.

After working past the main areas the rat colonies usually live, but without flushing a single rat, I decided to help That’e’ out by putting him on the opposite bank where I was sure they must be hiding. I knew he didn’t have the experience to search both banks of the stream the way a more seasoned mink would do. “Come!” I said giving him the food call. That’e’ was heading away from me at a steady lope when I gave the food call, but he stopped on a dime and came running straight to me when he heard me say “Come”. He climbed my pant leg, and eagerly took the hunk of meat I offered him. I crossed the stream, climbed the steep bank, and put That’e’ down right in the middle of a portion of the bank that looked like Swiss cheese it was so riddled with brown rat holes.

That’e’ immediately shot down the nearest hole, and I hurried back across the stream so as to have a better view of the rat holes along the opposite bank. Maggie stayed on the same side of the stream as That’e’, and we waited in anticipation for the action to start. A minute or two later, a small rat jumped into the water and swam submerged under the surface towards my side of the stream. I splashed the water with my net, sending the little rat back towards the bank he came from. A minute later, a second small rat jumped into the water, and I reacted far too slowly. By the time I got the net in the water, the little rat was almost at my feet. “Well, that one got away.” I remarked as I lifted my net out of the water. To my great surprise there was actually a little rat hanging in my net!

I quickly swung my net over the land in anticipation for the rat to slip through the netting. Sure enough, the little rat slipped out through the netting, and I pinned it quickly, yet ever so gently, to the ground with the palm of my hand. I carefully got my fingers around the little rats neck to prevent it from biting me and put it in a cage.

I went back to watching the far bank, and saw That’e’ re-appear and disappear, acting like he was still looking for rats. “Put the carry box down near that hole That’e’ came out of, so he knows where to cache if he catches one,” I said to Maggie. “Do you think he’s caught one yet?” Maggie asked. “I doubt it,” I responded. “He looks like he’s still searching for the rats to me.”

Just then I saw a large rat run out of the den system, and instead of diving in the water like usual, she ran along the shore. This was strange, because brown rats almost always take to water when bolted from their den by a mink. “This must be the large female rat that keeps escaping us” I thought to myself. The last few times we had come to this park, my white mink Ma-ska had flushed a large rat out of this same den system, and I had almost caught her several times with the net as she had tried to swim away. Could this possibly be the same rat, and she had learned to both avoid the mink down in the burrow, and now me with the net? “She’s got it coming now!” I quietly thought, “We didn’t bring silly Ma-ska today! We brought THAT’E’! He’s twice as quick and three times smarter!”

“Here! Here! Here! Here!” I yelled to That’e’ as I ran on the opposite bank, following the large rat as it tried to escape. The rat quickened its pace as she heard me yelling, and saw me following her on the opposite stream bank. “Here! Here! Here! Here!” I continued to yell to That’e’ so that he would know I had seen the rat. The rat continued to run from me, but oddly she passed hole after hole, obviously more worried about getting as far away from the mink as possible than she was about getting caught by me. Finally she disappeared near a hole in the bank.

“Here! Here! Here!” I continued to yell for That’e’. “Where is he mi amor?” I asked Maggie in Spanglish. “He’s coming!” she said. Just then That’e’ rounded the bend in the stream, and I saw him running towards me as fast as he could. I quickly crossed the stream and repeated “Here! Here! Here!” and patted the ground near the hole the rat disappeared into. That’e’ ran up to the hole, gave it a quick sniff, and kept going. I was so confused. I swore I saw that rat disappear into that hole! “What’s wrong with this silly mink?!?!” I said. “The rat is right there!!!” That’e’ continued to sniff around, then doubled back towards the hole. I thought, “Ok now he’s going to go in after it!” But instead, he started tunneling through the grass along the bank near the hole.

All of a sudden, the rat leaped out of the grass, into the water, and disappeared under the surface! “That’e’ was right, the rat wasn’t in the hole!” I exclaimed. I dove in the water after it (in the excitement I must have forgotten I wasn’t a mink) and the mud kicked up from my silly mistake clouded the water so that the rat slipped away unnoticed. That’e’ looked at me as if to say “Good job you dork!” and then moved back up stream to continue searching in the complex den system where the rats had originally been coming from. I stood at the bend in the stream, so as to be able to both keep an eye on where That’e’ was working, and where the large rat had disappeared. I didn’t want that sneaky big rat to escape again!

All of a sudden, I saw the large rat appear out of nowhere, this time on my side of the bank. I ran towards it yelling “Here! Here! Here! Here!” and it dove into a hole at the base of a rotten stump. That’e’ didn’t waist anytime, and came flying out of the den system he was in, crossed the stream onto my side, and slipped down the hole. A few seconds later the rat shot out of a back entrance, and headed down stream, running along the shore. That’e’ came out the same hole, but just a little too late to see where the rat went.

He stuck his nose to the ground, and followed the rat’s trail like a blood hound. He trailed the rat along a bend in the stream, and down a ways, until he was coming up on a bridge. Just as That'e' approached the bridge, the rat came flying down from up on the bank, and dived into the water to try and escape. That’e’ dived in after her, and caught the rat under the surface of the water, quickly dispatching his prey while still completely submerged, before finally surfacing with his now lifeless prey.

I tapped on the carry box, and That’e’ in his excited confusion ran away from me towards a hole that was just upstream from where he had caught the rat. I tapped on the box again, more loudly this time, and he stopped in his tracks. He turned around and started towards me, then stopped, ran back to the mouth of the hole, then stopped again, and ran back to me with the rat, and quickly cached it in his carry box. “Good boy!” I said to my little mink, “Good boy! I knew you could get that sneaky rat!”

I was happy and excited for my mink’s accomplishment at finally capturing this sly rat who had been so good at avoiding us. But at the same time I was also a little sad that she was gone. If any rat deserved to live, she did. She was the smart survivor. I was proud of my mink, and thrilled at his success, but at the same time I felt saddened, and a sense of reverence for the life that was just taken so that my mink could eat.

[mushroom 12,904]

Top story mate, where in US are you??

 

Is ya mrs from Mexico??

[Minkenry 1,044]

Top story mate, where in US are you??

 

Is ya mrs from Mexico??

 

I am in the western state of Utah. My wife is from Central America, in the country of El Salvador.

[mushroom 12,904]

 

Top story mate, where in US are you??

 

Is ya mrs from Mexico??

 

I am in the western state of Utah. My wife is from Central America, in the country of El Salvador.

 

Vale Mine is from Mexico, Sonora

[sprockerjay 74]

You are so lucky over their hunting with mink and allowed to keep pitbulls aswell this country sucks big time cheers for posting aidy

[Minkenry 1,044]

You are so lucky over their hunting with mink and allowed to keep pitbulls aswell this country sucks big time cheers for posting aidy

 

Yes, we are lucky..... for the time being. There are many fighting to take our rights away, and if we keep headed in the direction we are headed, it wont be long before our government is also telling us what dogs we can and can't own, and taking away our freedom to hunt as we choose. I just hope a change is made soon, so we can keep the few freedoms we still have!

[bunnybuster3000 73]

 

whare can I get the book ithink that would be brilliant to read yis aidy

 

The book is a full 244 pages on 22 x 30 centimeter paper, so it's a lot of reading! In the book there are a couple chapters talking about mink in general, their habits in the wild, and their temperament in captivity. In the next couple chapters, I then go over the story of minkeny, telling how it all got started with its progress up until today. The remaining 9 chapters go over how to tame, train, care for, and hunt with a mink.

 

 

 

 

If you want to order my book, the least expensive way is to send an e-mail to "thenewsportofminkenry@mail.com" and request a copy of the book.

How much is it mate

[Minkenry 1,044]

 

 

whare can I get the book ithink that would be brilliant to read yis aidy

The book is a full 244 pages on 22 x 30 centimeter paper, so it's a lot of reading! In the book there are a couple chapters talking about mink in general, their habits in the wild, and their temperament in captivity. In the next couple chapters, I then go over the story of minkeny, telling how it all got started with its progress up until today. The remaining 9 chapters go over how to tame, train, care for, and hunt with a mink.

 

 

 

 

If you want to order my book, the least expensive way is to send an e-mail to "thenewsportofminkenry@mail.com" and request a copy of the book.

How much is it mate

 

 

Black and white are $35 and Full Color are $50 (that's in U.S. dollars).

Shipping is about $5 for the cheapest option, but if you want the rush delivery it costs more.