My cousin and I were doing a little spring beaver trapping one year, and one of the rivers we were set on flowed into a large lake known for its big northerns. The first night out we set our traps and got camp set up, preparing to stay for 3 or 4 days.
The next morning we had several beaver, and an extremely large northern had found its way into a 330 conibear - held securely, but still alive. The fish was easily 25 pounds, and nearly 4 feet long. We were able to free the fish, but found ourselves getting real wet in the process! At some point, my cousin pulls out his trusty 110 Instamatic camera, and snaps several shots of me and the fish. Pretty cool!!
We took a break, built a fire and ate our lunches while drying out.
Finally hopping in the canoe again, we came up to a set and saw the chain stretched tight down into the deeper water, so we dragged the canoe up on the muskeg, grabbed the drown pole and started pulling the beaver in. "NICE ONE!" yells my cousin as the beaver appears out of the depths and then he screams - jumps back into me knocking us both down - and starts babbling and pointing.....
Swearing, I get up grab the chain and notice that the there is a large log tangled up in the chain. Tugging harder, the log slowly surfaces, and I realized that the "log" was as big a northern as had ever been seen, and it had swallowed the beaver, together with the #14 jump trap.
"Well don't just sit there!" I yell "Grab the frigging chain and help me pull this SOB in!"
"ITS FREAKING SCARBACK!!!" hollers my cousin, and doggone if he isn't right. We had run into this same fish (and I do mean literally ran into) with the canoe and the 6 horse a couple of years earlier. The impact that time sheared the pin on the lower unit, darn near swamped us, and left the fish with an ugly prop scar on its back. About a year later the bugger ate 3 mallards we had dropped, and made off with 6 Flambeau decoys, as we watched helplessly. The following week we found some chunks of plastic from the decoys, but they were totally mangled. I swear, that fish had it in for us!
Now the bugger was trying to steal $40 worth of beaver!!!
We pulled and tugged, and managed to slide the fish up onto the floating bog. Now its not fishing season, so we obviously just want to get the beaver and the trap and push the fish back in, when my cousin decides we need a picture.
While he rummages in the Duluth pack and gets the camera, I cut a couple of lengths of pole to pry the fish's mouth open with. The first pole snaps like a twig, but finally I manage to pry the mouth open and yank the beaver out. As the beaver slides out, I slip and the fish's mouth snaps shut, cutting the beaver's tail off cleanly.
"Turn and smile" orders my cousin, but as I turn the northern goes berserk, trying get that beaver again. In the rumpus, my pants leg gets snagged on the northerns teeth, the northern starts sliding back into the water, and as my cousin tries to grab me the camera flies out of his hand and winds up in the creek.
Wound up with chomped up beaver, a ripped pair of duck pants - but at least we got the trap back.