The Mad Trapper Of Rat River

It was in the year of 1931 when this mans tale begun.
In the frigid cold of the Yucatan,were this manhunt hunt began.
In the freezing waters of the Rat River,were this man made his claim.
Hunting and trapping and fishing,a layman's sort of game.
All was well and fine until his neighbors began to complain,
someone had been messing with there traps,this man must be to blaim.
So Alfred King,and Joe Bernard came to hear the mans say.
He refused to hear them,nor allowed them to stay.
There eyes dumbfounded and there day filled with dismay they left,
soon to return another day.
Five days later the Mountie band returned with a warrant,
hoping to gain the upper hand.
The trapper refused there demand.
So in a finale attempt on the door King forced his hand.
And in that moment in his flesh a bullet did land.
Shots were fired and the mount's fled.
For three months this single man fled.
Eluding search party,Dogsled and airplane he fled.
Stopping only to eat,sleep and fill his hunters full of led.
It was on February 17th that the trappers last shot was fired.
After a long firefight the trappers rifle lie silent.
Holes riddling his body,the trapper lie dead.
So at the end of this manhunt,still simple facts remain unknown.
Was he guilty of the crimes his neighbors claimed to be known?
Or was he innocent of the crimes which made him renown?
All we know now is by the end of this mans tred,
he shot one man dead and filled two others with led.