The whole time the muskrat has not even wiggled one tiny bit. I stepped out in the water and reached down for the tail. When my hand wrapped around the tail and I gave a pull the strangest thing happened. The dead muskrat moved like grease lighting. I mean this old male thought it s sole purpose in life was to bite me 200 times in a minute.
Muskrats have long teeth, two upper and two lowers.
The lower ones are about 2 inches long. I looked for a stick to defend myself with. The only one I saw was one sticking out of the water. I grabbed hold and yank it out of the mud and ended this dispute quickly. Then my friend, hearing the whole ruckus came running back and pointed out that the stick I pulled out was the trap stake.