Weather not fabulous today, and worse than predicted. We got wet, but some squirrels were out in the small woodlot we went to today for the last hunt of the season and both dogs put on a clinic. It's hard to complain about killing seven squirrels in less than two hours on a shitty weather day at the end of January. We've had many rousing "last hunts" of the season, had a few duds, too. This one lands someplace squarely between those two and is a microcosm of the entire season. I was not able to put nearly as much into this as I have in the past for a variety of reasons. Still, we killed a bunch of squirrels. I got to bring along a couple TOO members for the first time and keep my annual hunt date with Brock and Mason. I left a dreadful amount of unfinished business in the deer woods this season, but just a little bit in the squirrel woods. With much of what has kept me from my normal hunting pace behind me, I say that things are going to be different this year (next season). I'm usually happy it's over by this time of year, but for the first time in a very long time, I am not. I simply have not had enough yet. No matter as it is over now, but I'm glad I got out as much as I did, really.
Both dogs made three trees. Slick lucked into a double on one of his. I think we only went to two empty trees today.
Slick 65
Lefty 35
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