I once met a muskrat who probably changed my life.
Whether whom we meet and what we do shapes our destiny is hard to say. With many events in life, we do not understand the significance of the moment at the time. We see it later, years down the trail.
There is no doubt, though, that muskrat was a game-changer for me.
This chance encounter with a fur-bearing rodent happened on the banks of the Coal River way back in my misspent youth. That the muskrat was dead at the time didn’t take away from the moment one bit.
I stumbled down the steep riverbank in the dark that cold morning to check a steel trap I had set in the water the evening before. Oddly enough, I had set the trap for a muskrat, and that is exactly what I caught.