I grew up in Joseph (go, Class of '81!) and worked for Oregon State Forestry during high school with Ernie Patterson and Dennis Tyler. The only traps we encountered were both sad tales.
In one trap, a fawn had worn a dirt path going back and forth trying to get out. Her mouth was full of dirt from the repeated jerks to the the ground. Mr. Tyler fended off the circling doe while I got the fawn loose. The trap had caught the end of the hoof, so there wasn't a lot of damage. I was glad to see the fawn reunited with her Mom and was even happier Mr. Tyler kept my head from being kicked in by that doe.
The second trap was along a county road and had caught a bobcat. It was the first bobcat that I had seen in Wallowa County. Sadly, the trapper was a lazy punk as the bobcat was dead, flat and full of maggots.
Mr. De Lyria (Letters, March 4) can blather on about the nobility of trapping and his contempt for those outside of Wallowa County. It certainly won't stop me from visiting friends in the country and attending Fishtrap. However, when asked if there is a small-town mindset in the county, I will tell them certainly not in the friends that I know, but I will have to pause thinking of Mr. De Lyria.