#trapping

[deviousdeliciousness]

Jarred

A tiny is rude to a giant, so the giant decides to teach the tiny a lesson - one they'll undoubtedly remember.

Time-out can gain a whole new meaning when you're four inches tall. (And a jar can feel claustrophobic even if you can so easily fit inside.)

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"-Yeah? Well I think you're stupid!" Tee shouted back up to Jack, stomping his foot on the counter for added emphasis and crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.

Jack's expression turned blank, then darkened. His jaw clenched, and there was an audible grinding of his teeth.

Tee couldn't help but falter, physically taking half a step back as a dark scowl settled on his giant friend's face. Suddenly, yelling at the much larger being didn't seem like it'd been such a good idea.

"H-hey-" Tee started to stutter, raising his hands in front of himself in a placational manner, but he cut himself off with a surprised squeak as Jack's hand shot out above him, ripping open a cupboard door with far more force than necessary and snatching up something inside.

Tee craned his neck up to see what, and his heart stuttered in his chest as he saw-

A jar.

A jar.

Jack was holding a large glass jar, one of the tall ones nearly twice Tee's height, and he was unscrewing the lid with vicious efficiency. Tee nearly jumped out of his skin when Jack slammed the lid onto the counter, and fight or flight mode finally hit the tiny like a train as he saw the giant's hand menacingly swoop forward in his direction.

Tee wisely chose flight.

He spun on his heel and bolted, his heart all at once hammering up from his chest and into his throat and his legs pumping frantically as he darted across the counter, the back of his neck practically burning with the undoubted glare of the furious giant behind him.

Tee barely made it ten steps.

He let loose a blood-curdling scream as Jack's palm collided with his back, giant fingers curling inwards around him like a Venus flytrap.

He thrashed wildly in the grip, any semblance of rational thought having abruptly fled his mind in place of pure, unadulterated terror, but he just as quickly froze - as still as death - when the fingers around him squeezed just shy of making his bones creak with the pressure, the threat as clear as day and all the more sickeningly petrifying for it.

He whimpered - a short, aborted sound - as his feet lifted up off the the counter, and he had to forcefully repress the urge to uselessly wriggle like a caught fish as the movement came to a stop with him aloft in the air, knowing - dreading - without having to look that he was being held above the opening to the jar.

He sent a desperate, pleading look to the giant - to his friend - but Jack's expression was closed off and so, so cold.

Tee's tentative hope that this was all a sick, twisted joke to get back at him withered and died a horrible death.

In the next moment, he was dropped. He landed awkwardly, barely catching himself from twisting his ankle as he landed hard onto the cool glass bottom of the mason jar, gasping out a shocked breath. He flinched backwards into the glass behind him as the jar was set none-too-gently onto the counter, and he craned his neck up high to stare with uncomprehending, fear-filled eyes at Jack.

The giant peered down at him dispassionately from the open lid of the jar. As if he hadn't just obliterated the carefully built, more than just tentatively hopeful trust a tiny had fully placed in his giant's hands. A gift so rarely given. A gift that was now destroyed.

There was movement in Tee's peripheral, and in the next second, his line of sight to the giant's face was blocked by a solid black lid, one that clacked gratingly against the glass before it begun to be twisted, Jack screwing it back onto the jar with what Tee could only perceive as a detached sense of finality.

"No," the tiny whimpered, sliding down the side of the jar and curling his knees to his chest, arms wrapping around his calves and gripping tight. This couldn't be happening. His - Jack wouldn't do this to him. He wouldn't.

But he had.

The tiny's head smacked into the back of the jar when he flinched as the giant's hand suddenly wrapped around the container, lifting it once more and making Tee's stomach drop into his guts with the too-quick movement.

There was a squeak of the cupboard hinges, and Tee had to quickly blink his eyes (which stung with tears that he refused to acknowledge or dare let fall for fear of them never stopping) as the light around him suddenly dimmed. He peered muzzily at his surroundings, which were ever so slightly distorted through the thick glass.

His breath froze in his lungs as he took in the cold, empty jars all around him, lifeless and covered in a thin layer of dust. None showing any sign of use, of ever - or only the rarest of occasions - seeing the light of day.

He snapped his neck forwards again and frantically scrambled to the front of the jar from where he saw Jack looking down at him, one of the giant's hands already loosely gripping the cupboard door's knob.

Tee shook his head, slightly at first, then with more desperation as his panic renewed with a stomach-dropping vengeance, his palms pressing up against the glass and his eyes wide and irrefutably pleading. He knew the giant wouldn't be able to hear him through the container, but a litany of frantic pleas and cries fell past his lips anyway.

"Please - please Jack don't do this. I'm sorry - I - I won't yell at you, or-or call you stupid or- do anything bad ever again. I was- I was wrong. I was wrong - please! I - you - you were right! About everything! I swear I'll listen to whatever you say, I'll- I'll do whatever you want - j-just - just don't leave me here!"

Jack just continued to stare dully at him, stony expression unchanged except for the briefest flicker in his eyes as hot tears abruptly spilled over Tee's blotchy cheeks.

They wasn't enough.

(After all, Jack would have to care for him for his cries to matter.)

Slowly, inexorably, the cupboard door began to shut, and, tone foreboding and so, so sickeningly empty of anything close to concern, consideration, Jack finally spoke in the moment before Tee's world was pitched into terrifying, solitary darkness.

"You'll learn your place."

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OOooohoohooohooooo~ a lillll' angsty I know ;33

This one kinda got away from me, but I had fun hehehe

Also I'm posting this sleep-deprived and with exactly zEro brain matter present at the moment, so fingers crossed that it's actually decent *finger guns*

#g/t #g/t community #giant tiny #giant/tiny #gt writing #fear play #g/t fearplay #mason jar #trapping #g/t angst

[ipromisetostaywild]

#homestead #trapping #hunting #fur #wolves #winter work #country living #bush life #outdoors #off the grid #keep it wild #stay wild

[strangebiology]

But WHY were there so many horse skeletons in that field? Because they were alive, and then they were dead. Many of them had evidence of being killed by a human. WHY kill a horse?

Mostly for the same reasons you’d kill any other animal. Welfare, food, environment, good reasons, bad reasons, grey areas.

I mostly had guesses as to why the horses I found were killed. But someone who says he’s the son of the former property owner (and that checks out) had this to say about why they were killed:

So, it looks like this guy killed some of the horses because he was mad at his son. But they also got used.

#dead animals #animals #vulture culture #bones #skulls #horses #horse skulls #trapping

[antiqueanimals]

Le renard pris au piège / Renard pris dans un piège

Gustave Courbet (1819-1877)

#canines #foxes #red foxes #hunting #trapping #Gustave Courbet

[blackfutures]

Dungeon Family

#black men #midjourney #trapping #black is beautiful

[smokeandtackle]

#crawfish #youtube #trapping #trap #wildlife #underwater

[country-corner]

Reply to several PM's I have been getting lately.

I see people talking about being a prepper or a survivalist. Then they go on about the thousands of dollars of supplies, tools, classes, fancy gizmos and so on and so forth. They talk about how they spend a week or maybe 2 every year living at home like it was grid down. Or hooking up their camp trailer and heading to the hills for 2 weeks in the spring or summer, to practice a "bug out" situation. That is all fine and dandy. Then they ask about me.

I tell them I'm not a prepper or survivalist. I go back to when I was growing up in the late 60's early 70's where "survivalists", rightfully, earned a bad name, just like many preppers have today. Being extremists of what you "must have" or you can't call yourself a survivalist (prepper). Where many talk about shooting on sight anyone not in their "squad", "group" or "community." Where they tell you that you need to join their group, giving them all your supplies, or you will die when the SHTF. Or that you're too old or your disability makes you a liability and will be dead in 2 weeks, so you should just give them your supplies so they can be a better survivalist (prepper). So I am proud to tell these people I am not a survivalist (prepper), I am survivor.

My parents taught me to stock up when times were plentiful. How to grow a garden. How to preserve the bounty from hunting, fishing and gardening. I not only learned how to live off the land, but have spent up to 4 months at a time, at different times of the year including the late fall and the deepest of winter (January/February), in the hills, with nothing more than a small pocket fishing line, a tarp a change of clothes, along with a pellet gun, a really cheap archery set, or just a knife to provide fresh meat. Basically, just what I could carry in a small day pack. When I've done this, I spent the entire time in the hills and not going into town for any reason.

So go ahead and buy the entire list of 10's of thousands of dollars of food and supplies, expensive guns, camping supplies to fill you bug out camp trailer and all the weekend or week long training classes that you want. I will stick with my basic training, basic plain jane supplies and skills that dates back to ancient times, on helping my loved ones and myself to survive. It has for the last 55+ years of my life.

Saying all that, there is one thing I always advise, not demand but advise for everyone to get or keep for hard times. Be it as simple as a flood, earthquake, tornado, hurricane or blizzard or as bad as a total societal collapse (Think The Postman or Book of Eli) from economics, war or whatever. It is a sense of humor. For even in the hardest of times, if you can find something to laugh about it will mentally make the hard times a lot easier.

#survival #preparedness #self reliance #hunting #fishing #trapping #need a little humor now and then

[sea-salted-wolverine]

I have several dozen fall chores to do before it freezes and snows and did I do any of them this weekend? No, I did not, I set a beaver trapline instead.

On the one hand, more work and on the other hand I have meat for my freezer and I totally understand why people spent centuries genociding each other and the environment over these pelts.

#Hunting #Trapping #Incoming: 8 continuous months of snow #Fall fuckening

[plethoraworldatlas]

The U.S. Department of Agriculture’s Wildlife Services reported killing 375,045 native animals in 2023, according to recent data released by the program. The federal wildlife-killing program targets wolves, coyotes, cougars, birds and other wild animals, primarily to benefit the agriculture industry in states like Texas, Colorado and Idaho.

According to the report, the multimillion-dollar program last year intentionally killed 305 gray wolves, 68,562 coyotes, 430 black bears, 235 mountain lions, 469 bobcats, 2,122 red and gray foxes and 24,603 beavers. These figures almost certainly understate the actual number of animals killed, as program insiders have long lamented that Wildlife Services kills many more animals than it reports.

“I’m horrified by both the sheer number of animals killed by this federal agency and the immense suffering involved,” said Collette Adkins, carnivore conservation director at the Center for Biological Diversity. “It’s hard to even imagine the thousands of coyotes, beavers and other animals who die agonizing deaths from snares, traps or poisons.”

The reported number of native animals killed in 2023 was similar to the previous three years. These recent numbers reflect a steep decline compared to 2019, when approximately 1.3 million native animals were killed. The red-winged blackbird is an example of a species with fewer individuals intentionally killed by Wildlife Services, with 14,314 killed in 2023 compared to 364,734 in 2019.

According to the new data, the wildlife-killing program unintentionally killed more than 2,484 animals in 2023, including 658 river otters and 428 turtles, as well as several dogs and cats. Its killing of nontarget birds included a federally protected golden eagle, wood ducks, great blue herons and wild turkeys. Such data reveals the indiscriminate nature of leghold traps, snares, poisons and other methods used by federal agents.

Wildlife Services poisoned 6,543 animals using M-44 cyanide bombs in 2023. Of these deaths, 156 were unintentional. The Bureau of Land Management recently banned Wildlife Services from using these dangerous devices on the land it manages.

“Year after year, millions of dollars are wasted on killing wildlife instead of investing in long-term solutions that prevent conflicts,” said Adkins. “Taxpayer-funded wildlife slaughter lets livestock operators and the agriculture industry ignore problems that lead to conflict instead of fixing them. Wildlife Services should focus on implementing commonsense coexistence measures like cleaning up livestock carcasses that attract wolves and bears.”

#ecology #enviromentalism #let wolves live #wolves #coyote #cougars #black bears #mountain lion #bobcat #red fox #gray fox #beaver #wildlife #wildlife conservation #wildlife services #Fuck Wildlife Services #trapping #Poisoning #red winged blackbird #river otter #Turtles #dog #cat #industrial agriculture #agribusiness #cattle industry #ranching #Ranching lobby #hunting lobby #endangered species

[puertiricanjosh]

#drake #future #lean #purple #money #cash #drugs #purple drank #sprite #dirty sprite #weed #smoking #gucci #trapping #trap #trap music

[loveesiren]

Me at 15 years old hanging out in some trap house basement with a much older a guy I had no business seeing

#myaiart #funny #bratz ai #bratz aesthetic #trap house #trapping #bratz doll #bratz #dark humor #dark memes #trap shorty

[timmurleyart]

Trappin’ out. 💰💲💎🍦🍓💀🎤 (mixed media on paper) 🍦🍦🍦

#face tats #face tattoo #street art #skull and bones #skull art #skulls #gucci #gucci mane #bugatti #rap music #rappers #hip hop 50 #migos #trap #trap house #trapping #trap music #trap muzik #hip hop music #album art #vinyl records #vinyl art #brick squad #Atlanta #atlanta georgia #atlanta ga #make it rain #portrait painting #soft serve #ice cream cone

[losech]

I’m interested in WSL for small game hunting, but I’m not someone who has a home dedicated to hunting full time. I live in a small city filled with lots of trails and surrounded by state parks I hike on frequently. I also trap in the season and would have a dog accompany me on the line. Not planning on buying a dog soon but am interested to know what sort of lifestyle changes I may want to make to best accommodate such a dog in the future.

As a custodian of the breed in the US and also a breeder, what are some traits and aspects you desire in potential WSL owners?

I live smack in the middle of town, it's not rural either. I do have a little trail system I can walk to, but it's not the wilderness I'd prefer it to be. I have to drive to where I hunt, hike, and camp. While living rural is ideal, it's not a requirement for owning WSL. I know of some in other urban areas, there's even one in New York City. I look for people who want what the breed is, a high drive primitive hunting dog, not just how they look or because it puts up game, and are willing to get outside and do stuff with the dog in the woods. They have incredible stamina and enjoy a wide variety of activities. They do not need to be exclusively hunting dogs to be happy, many of my friends with WSL are part-time or even non-hunters. Since you're already outside doing stuff often, you should have few adjustments to make once you bring a dog along. It sounds like one would fit in pretty well with all the hiking. It's mainly the temperament of WSL that people can get hung up on, so reading about the breed and being sure you want a primitive hunting spitz is best. They can be spicy, loud, have very high prey drives, somewhat handler soft, and some of them are great escape artists. They are fairly easy to train, if you find the right motivator for that particular dog. They tend to be pretty independent, but do develop strong bonds with their person. Some of my WSL are fairly social with people, at the end of the day, they're *my* dogs though. And while a lot of them are good with dogs they live with, and even strange dogs, same sex and straight up dog aggression isn't uncommon in the breed, so don't expect them to like every dog they meet. Mine generally need to be managed around strange dogs, especially if those dogs are rude. The book Hunting Laika Breeds of Russia was written by Flint's breeder and has some good info in it. (He's very old school and has a couple questionable pieces of advice so take that stuff with a grain of salt.) There is also an article on Project Upland about hunting Laika breeds. You can listen to some podcasts about Laikas as well. Meeting a WSL before you get one would be good, but depending on your location, that might be hard to do. In Russia and Siberia, WSL were originally developed to accompany hunters on the trapline, they can be helpful with that. If you haven't already, I recommend watching Happy People: A Year In The Taiga (Amazon or Youtube) to see some Laikas at work in their homeland.

#west siberian laika #hunting #trapping #hunting laika #took me forever to get around to to this

[incitingincidents]

#trap #trapping #paper #old money #make money from home #earn money online #make money online #money #cashapp #dinero #guapa #aesthetic #selfie #aesthic #curvy body #nightlife #night aesthetic #night #body art #amazing body #beautiful body #photography #photoshoot #photooftheday #bando