out for a day, trapping beaver with local trapper carl. >> carl: no. >> martin: no? >> anthony: so the bait is wood? >> martin: yeah. they just eat the -- the bark. >> anthony: they eat the bark? >> martin: yeah, yeah, yeah. >> anthony: now i understand in pioneer days, beaver was the financial engine of canada. >> martin: yeah. >> anthony: empires were built on it. every hat practically in the world was a -- was made of a beaver pelt. >> martin: that's why today it's the, uh, icon of canada. >> anthony: to a lesser extent, the tradition continues today. carl continues to trap, usually called on by provincial officials to trap beaver and clear away dams and control what can become a destructively overpopulated situation. >> carl: yeah. >> martin: ah, oui? >> anthony: hello, my little friend. >> martin: oh, that -- this is a young one. and those, uh, are -- are the one we want to eat. >> anthony: what would you compare the meat to? is there anything like it? >> martin: the -- that's the thing, you know. there's nothing -- nothing like