It's a damned shame that fur prices are so depressed. As a poor farmboy in the '60's, I came away with many a slick new toy (guns, bows, dirt bikes, saddles, boats) from money earned trapping and especially coonhunting. There is no finer way for a young rural man who is feeling his oats to get his kicks that to spend the night running through the deep woods, swamps and river bottoms chasing the ghostly sound of a pack of coonhounds on a hot trail, by the light of a carbide headlamp. I sure hope this ridiculous attitude toward wearing fur has run it's course.