Today is the first time I've been able to hunt since last Friday. There was an awful lot of water that made creek crossings quite hazardous to my dry feet today and the squirrels were not doing much. The dogs tried hard, especially Slick, but it was just a tough day. I made four drops, saw four squirrels total. Dogs went to lots of half-baked dens and leaf nest trees, which is what they always do when rats are not out. They try so damn hard for me, but they are fucking up in the process. A first class quandary for dog handler.
Another one of my first-world problems...
Still, I made three nice headshots on the ones that came home with us. I missed the other one 8 times. I shot 7 times from one position and was either hitting twigs or just plain missing because this tree was swaying about a foot and a half in either direction in the wind. After I relocated, I think I grazed it's head on the last shot based on what I saw through the scope, and it ran up and down the tree, hopped on to a vine, then the tree next door, and into a hole. This was a grey squirrel, and the first one I've ever seen in this woods. The Grey's numbers are rising fast in this neighborhood. Nice. The way these two look pretty well captures the flavor of our hunt today, lol.
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We'll rest up for our first annual MLK Day Rat Massacre down Greenville way with Brock and Mason on Monday. (Head shots only to honor Dr. Kings untimely demise.
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Slick 45
Lefty 41