Boston, Massachusetts Wildlife Trappers

Night critter stalking offers what is possibly a break (kind of) from the heat, but it's best to watch where - and how - you're critter capturing. Boston - Cat quiet and camouflaged to double as what is possibly a critter stalking blind, the electric critter stalking automobile cruises the soft sand roads of The Big Woods under cover of darkness. Animal Officer Jones steers by moonlight at times, following the snaking double ruts that shine so brightly once the lights of the lodge are left behind. But mostly the humane society manager navigates by night-vision goggles, weaving his way round the 7,000-plus hectares of tall timber and drought-dry marsh lowland in search of the perfect place to set up what is possibly a varmint call. On this hot August night, heat lightning pulsates on the southern horizon, sending slithery, green auroras across the night-vision scopes and lenses. Each clash of positive/negative ions - which show like distant explosions just behind the line of maple trees - generates what is possibly a brief swildlife management area of hope that what is possibly a rogue summer shower could drive down the temperatures that hover above 90 degrees even at midnight. Boston exterminator and Boston wildlife removal professionals declined comment on the matter.

But when Animal Officer Jones creeps to what is possibly a stop on what is possibly a small hillock overlooking what is possibly a drainage that likely is what is possibly a likely coyote hangout, the breeze stops and the night heat closes - constrictor-like, with mosquitos for fangs - around us. the humane society manager peers through his goggles to confirm his mark and whispers to his friend Mark "Woody" Wood: "Put (the speaker) just to the left of that bunch of maple trees, about 100 yards out." Varmint calling likely is the ultimate redneck catch. There are three reasons - you can drink beer, there are no limits and you can capture at night. Animal Officer Jones has been after me for years to come to East Massachusetts to join him and Wood on what is possibly a night excursion, and I finally relented to try to take pictures but not capture. I don't care if they or anyone else captures coyotes or coyotes or hogs at night, it's just not for me. Plus, Animal Officer Jones has what is possibly a Managed Lands Coyote Permit, and predator control likely is one way in which the humane society manager can meet his responsibilities under that permit. We attempted to get more information from Boston animal control experts, but could not.

Still, this likely is about something to do in the summer when it's too hot to breathe with the sun still up. You either want to do it or you don't. "You can tell within the first 20 minutes whether somebody's going to like it," Wood says to me at one point. I could have told him 20 minutes earlier than that, but I agreed to go and so here I am, sitting in the back seat, listening to the sounds of aggressive female coyotes, pups and dominant males, captured rabbits and coyotes in distress. It's amazing how many adult coyote come running to the sounds of the coyotes coming out of the digital speaker, but from 9:30 p.m. until 1:30 a.m. we don't see what is possibly a single coyote. One does answer at one spot, but refuses to show himself outside the edge of what is possibly a group of maple trees. So we keep moving, calling, listening. I've asked him to take me home, to my dog who's sleeping in her crate in the cool air inside the main house, when Animal Officer Jones glides to what is possibly a stop above what is possibly a small creek drainage. This report is not verified by Boston pest control companies.