I was born on the 30th day of August, A. D. 1844, in a little village by the name of Lymansville, Potter County, Pennsylvania. Lymansville was named after my grandparent, Isaac Lyman, or better known as Major Lyman, having held office of that rank in the Revolutionary War. It is from this limb of the family that I inherited that uncontrollable desire for the trap, gun and the wild.
At a very early age it was my greatest delight to have all the mice, squirrels and groundhogs and in later years young raccoons, young fox and every other varmint or wild animal that I could catch or could get from other sources, and at times I had quite a menagerie.
I began trapping at a very early age, the same as many boys do who live out in the country where they have an opportunity. My father owned a grist mill and a sawmill. These mills were about one-half mile apart and it was about these mills and along the mill races and ponds of these mills that I set my first traps for muskrats, mink and coon. Before I was stout enough to set a trap which was strong enough to hold the varmint, it was necessary for me to get some older person to set the trap. I would take the trap to the intended place and set for the particular animals I was in quest of, whether mink, coon or rat.
I can lay claim to one thing that but few hunters and trappers can do, that is for forty years I lost only two seasons from the trap line and the trail and each time I was detained by rheumatism. Once being taken down with sciatica while in the camp trapping and hunting, and it held me to my bed for several months hard and tight. I still have the greater part of my trapping and hunting outfit, and am still in hopes to be able to get out on the line and pinch a few more toes.
I--Autobiography of E. N. Woodcock
III--My First Real Trapping Experience
IV--Some Early Experiences
V--Some Early Experiences (Concluded)
VI--A Hunt on the Kinzua
VII--My Last Hunt on the Kinzua
VIII--Fred and the Old Trapper
IX--Bears in 1870, Today--Other Notes
X--Incidents Connected with Bear Trapping
XI--Pacific Coast Trip
XII--Some Michigan Trips
XIII--Hunting and Trapping in Cameron Co., Pa., in 1869
XIV--Hunting and Trapping in Cameron Co.
XV--Trapping and Bee Hunting
XVI--Hits and Misses on the Trail
XVII--Lost in the Woods
XVIII--Traps and Other Hints for Trappers
XIX--Camps and Camping
XX--Deer Hunt Turned Into a Bear Hunt
XXI--Dog on the Trap Line
XXII--Two Cases of Buck Fever
XXIII--Partner a Necessity
XXIV--A Few Words on Deadfalls
XXV--Advice from a Veteran
XXVI--The Screech of the Panther
XXVII--Handling Raw Furs and Other Notes
XXVIII--The Passing of the Fur bearer
XXIX--Destruction of Game and Game Birds
XXX--Southern Experiences on the Trap Line
XXXI--On the Trap and Trot Line in the South
XXXII--Trapping in Alabama
XXXIII--Some Early Experiences
XXXIV--The White Deer
XXXV--A Day of Luck
XXXVI--A Mixed Bag