A Good Day After A Rough Start
I've been waiting for the first day squirrel season, my favorite hunting. I'm 72 and I think I've only missed around 7 opening mornings' weeks from 8 or 9 years old and only a couple season thanks to my government job. Hit the woods after the rain and squirrels everywhere. Using the Remington Matchmaker with a scope. Couldn't hit a bull in the backside, much less a squirrel. Quick trip to the range proved it wasn't my abilables. Scope was off two inches right and one inch low. How in the heck can that happen from the time it is a tack driver in the summer, cleaned, stored in a safe, no one touching it until opening morning? Then things changed, love the thud sound from a tree top. I hunt a hickory grove that is maybe five acres with den trees. Again as was last year most all late young very small squirrels. Dumb little things, a tree would have four to five squirrels eating, jumping and playing. When I would walk to another spot, there would be squirrel playing like kittens playing. Ones that were eating on the ground would move off a little ways and go right back to eating, like I wasn't there! BUT, the older ones, they would high tail it and not stop. Had to work at it to collect three chunky ones. What a beautiful day! All Glory to God!