Dens, dens, and more dens. I don't know why, but squirrels were just not out very good this morning. Seems strange with this pleasant weather, but I'll never figure out why rats do what they do. I know we went to at least 20 trees this morning, and the dogs were very enthusiastic on nearly all of them. Both dogs were finding dens, and we went to 8 or 10 before Slick found a squirrel out of its hole. After I dispatched that one, he was on another one in less than one minute a couple hundred yards away. I had to play hide and seek with this one to get a good shot, and still only had about 2/3 of the head to shoot at. Head or nothing, and this one came home with us, too. The dogs hunted on for another half hour before they got bored and came looking for me. I sent them on headed toward our exit, and after much half-hearted barking and running around, Slick settled on a tree, I moseyed over there expecting to find a squirrel hotel, but he had one, and it was laid out nicely on a nearly horizontal branch 25' up. I poked a nice hole in my finger resting on the only sizeable tree in sight, a Honey Locust.
Still, my streak of solid head shots continues.
Slick found all three of the squirrels I shot today, but Lefty pulled one out of his ass as we left the woods. He treed literally right on the edge of the woods where we leave the timber to walk across a field to the truck. I was able to take a look at him on the tree from about 100 yards out, but I didn't see anything, although Lefty was really hammering this tree. Slick beat me there and was barking on a rather small tree about 20 yards from Lefty. I looked and looked, but never found a squirrel in Lefty's tree. I took a few steps toward Slick on his little tree, and about the time I spotted the squirrel, it took off timbering, but wound up in the tree I was standing next to. I had to do lots of maneuvering to get into position for a shot, but this squirrel was very, very stubborn. Lefty lost interest as he didn't see the squirrel bail, but Slick did. I moved, waited, threw big sticks and chunks of wood trying to scare the squirrel around the tree enough for a shot. I finally gave up. Stubborn squirrels live longer. So, there was lots of barking, and good trees to inspect, but I saw four, killed three, walked away from that last one. I cut it short as I could not walk another step in the woods today.
I may have set myself back tripping yesterday. It was not feeling good when I got up, and that is when it has been feeling the best. I should really have stayed home today as my hip is on fire, and it was really bothering me and slowing me down on a long walk in a big woods. Nurse it the rest of the day and see how it feels in the morning. I would really like to go tomorrow since the weather is going to be crappy Thursday and maybe Friday, then bonus gun weekend. play it by ear.
Slick 18
Lefty 5