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So, over the course of two winters, I learned to become a fur trapper – a bad one, a trapper who showed enthusiasm and a passion to get out into the great outdoors but who couldn’t catch anything himself. To the trappers, I was useless, an oddity and a bit of a laughing stock but, while I couldn’t capture animals, I could capture the activity of the trappers. I was good at that.
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