I don’t know my weasels. I mean, I don’t know a mink from a least weasel or a ferret from an ermine. If you exclude black-footed ferrets (which are extinct from my region of Montana) and exclude badgers and wolverines (because they have obvious features), there are seven weasel-type critters that scamper the wilds surrounding my cabin.
One of these little scurrying
whatizits tripped my game camera late in the night and provided me with a
fuzzy, ill-lighted photograph capture. Given the location of the animal
relative to the camera, I would guess it to be somewhere north or south of two
feet in length, including the tail.
So, I’m thinking—suppose I left a can
of Cold Smoke beer out there so I could both attract these critters and have an
accurate reference for size…
If you look closely at the center of
the photograph I’ve posted, you can see the whatizit in question.
—Mitchell Hegman
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