The first night the trap was set, Three Feet took the bait. Marshmallows.
I found him in the trap this morning looking sad and downtrodden.
I took the trap, loaded it on the back of the hooptie and took him to a nice park near the Tennessee River. When I opened the cage, he limped into the woods without looking back. He'll have a good home, but he will have to learn to get along without raiding bird feeders or stealing dog food. He has a belly full of marshmallows to get him going.