My Journey into Mole Catching: A Legacy from Bromeswell Woodbridge

In the lush countryside of Bromeswell, nestled near the picturesque town of Woodbridge, my journey into the art of mole catching began—a tradition passed down through generations, shaping my connection to the land and its inhabitants.

A Heritage of Mole Catching:

My introduction to mole catching traces back to my childhood days spent with my grandfather in Bromeswell. He was a man of the land, with a vast expanse of property that he tended to with care and dedication. It was on his sprawling estate that I first learned the intricacies of trapping moles, under his expert guidance.

Learning the Craft:

In 1981, armed with the wisdom imparted by my grandfather, I embarked on my mole-catching journey. Despite later moving to Ipswich, the memory of those days in Bromeswell lingered, especially as moles continued to find their way into our garden from the neighboring wasteland. My father recognized my knack for trapping and incentivized my efforts by rewarding me with pocket money for each mole caught.

A Return to Roots:

As years passed and life took its course, the art of mole catching remained a cherished part of my identity, a tribute to my grandfather's teachings. However, it wasn't until many years later, after my grandfather had passed away and my family had moved away from Bromeswell, that fate intervened.

A Serendipitous Reunion:

One day, out of the blue, I received a call from a client residing in my grandparents' former property in Bromeswell. The connection was unmistakable—a chance to return to the very land where my mole-catching journey had begun. It was a poignant moment, a reunion with my roots, and an opportunity to once again apply the skills honed in my youth.

Carrying Forward the Legacy:

Today, as I tread the familiar paths of Bromeswell, setting traps and outsmarting moles, I am reminded of the legacy passed down through generations. What began as a childhood fascination has evolved into a lifelong passion and a source of pride. Each mole caught is not just a triumph over a nuisance, but a tribute to the wisdom of my grandfather and the bond we shared.

My journey into mole catching, from the verdant landscapes of Bromeswell to the tranquil woodlands of Woodbridge, is a testament to the enduring power of tradition and the profound influence of family. As I continue to ply my trade, I do so with reverence for the past and optimism for the future, knowing that the spirit of Bromeswell will always guide my hand in the art of mole catching.