The little guy in this picture with me is my youngest son. He wanted to learn how to trap that year so I took him with me every day after school to run part of my line. He's 55 years old now.
Marten trapping out west around 1972
Found this old miners cabin to stay in just below timberline. The hike up the mountain was a long one so I lived on freeze dried food for awhile until I found a creek full of trout that came out of a mountain lake.