Nancy out of school now for winter break, so now I have a shooter. despite her natural ability shooting a .22 rifle, she is still a "woman", lol. hasn't touched her rifle since June, so I make her shoot some before we head out. good thing I did. scope required some tweaking, but I have no idea why it would. so I have to spend an hour on that. finally get her gun ready, dogs loaded, etc. I'm walking out the door, and oh, wait, I don't have my hunting license yet. well, WTF Nancy??? delays, delays, nothing but delays. I'm out of patience and haven't even gotten into the truck...
we went north yesterday, and that was a bad call on my part. our snow and ice is 99% gone here, but just 20 miles north, we found very crusty snow/ice. squirrels not down yesterday, and this can be quite hard on the dogs feet. decided to roll with it. Lefty did manage to find three squirrels and Nancy made three nice head shots, but there wasn't much action yesterday. as we ended our big loop around this particular woods, Slick is barking a little and Lefty decided he wasn't quite done hunting and beats feet outta there, in the exact opposite direction of the truck. at 300 yards he starts barking, settles on a tree at about 350. clearly, he thinks he has something, so I send Nancy to go shoot it, I stay with Slick as he is still trying to figure something out, which he never did. after a solid 15 minutes, Lefty is still barking on the tree, and I haven't heard a shot, so I steer Slick in that direction so we can go help out. we close the gap to about 200 yards and Slick decides he needs to hurry and takes off on sprint toward Lefty barking. a few seconds later I hear a shot, then another, then Nancy screaming at Lefty to drop the squirrel. I'm still 100 yards away, but it is a never ending problem to keep Lefty from tearing a perfectly dead squirrel to pieces after it hits the ground. only way I can do it is beat him to it or electrocute him off of it until I get there, which when I'm hunting alone with him, I'm always within 30 yards or so of the tree when I shoot, but he is only a few feet away from falling squirrel when it hits the ground. If I didn't eat them, this would not be a problem, but he can turn a squirrel to mush in the time it takes me to sprint 30 yards with a loaded firearm. anyway, as soon as I hear Nancy shouting, I lit him up and hollered at him to "drop" so Nancy can get to the squirrel even though I still cannot see them. Nancy found herself in the predicament of squirrel playing hide-and-seek with her in the tree and could not get a shot for that entire time until Slick stormed in and caused squirrel to move just enough that she got a clear shot. now she knows what I do all day everyday when I'm hunting alone. to her credit, she was patient and stuck with it until help arrived. shooting a treed squirrel is harder than you would think. just finding them in great big trees is hard enough by yourself, but getting good shots does require patience and some maneuvering most of the time. Squirrel hunting with two or three people makes this much easier. try again today. heading south to avoid crusty snow cover.