this time of year the weather has a very direct influence on squirrel hunting. no doubt, squirrels be diggin' this steady weather and light winds. we had ourselves another banner day today. I loosed the dogs in a woods that we have not visited since before Thanksgiving. it really isn't a big hunt, but it is along a big creek with lots of walnuts, locust, sycamore and a few big red and white oaks. I think we got two or three there back in November. I figured that would be about how we might do today. Such was not the case. The first tree was a collaboration. Slick found the squirrel, but was on the wrong tree. Lefty found the right tree 30 feet away. Slick found another right along the creek in the small amount of cover that is there. Ran out of cover and had to turn back shortly after. This river bottom does open up a bit going in the other direction. Our usual path is to follow the creek to the end of the public ground, then away from the creek to a small ridge with big oaks on it, then back toward where we started. Well, Slick wasn't having any of that this trip. once got to the fresh ground Slick beat it out of sight and away from the creek. Lefty was following the creek like we usually do. Both dogs out of my sight in opposite directions is what I like to see. They are both hunting, not following each other around. I couldn't see either of them, and nobody had barked for a few minutes. I'm looking at the tracker to see where they are and notice Slick is over 400 yards out and not moving, Lefty is moving fast toward Slick. I start marching and after about 100 yards I could hear Slick barking. they were together on a tree. The squirrel was there, high up in the tree, and facing up and away from me. the shot angle was steep, but doable. I hit the squirrel in the head, but it was not low enough to be a direct hit and kill it, but knocked it out of the tree immediately. when it hit the ground Lefty snapped it up like he always does, but this time the rat bit back. I mean this fucker had a death chomp on Lefty's face. Lefty was whining and growling and shaking the squirrel like he meant to tear it in two. after a few seconds of thrashing, the squirrel gave up the ghost. Lefty was pissed off, and loving it. he was quite pleased with himself for doing his duty.
I don't get upset when he destroys my squirrel in that circumstance. Three in the bag, three head shots, sort of.
I sent them off again, and both dogs ran along the small ridge together for a couple hundred yards. Lefty cuts loose on a big red oak and I can see him hard on the tree as I get within 100 yards or so. Slick is still running around with his nose on the ground, but before I could start looking for Lefty's squirrel, Slick starts hammering another big oak about 75 yards away. Lefty still hammering his own, so I start glassing for Lefty's squirrel. I found it, but had to move three times to get into position for a clear shot. Slick ran off his tree when he saw me kneel down to shoot, which spooked the squirrel around the limb enough for me to have a nice shot, which I made. I beat Lefty to the squirrel, grabbed is up and ordered Slick back to his tree. He sprinted to the tree and got busy barking again, Lefty followed. I spotted the squirrel fairly fast, but it was waaaay up in this big white oak up which was a good ways up the hill from me besides. I had to get closer, but the squirrel just slid around the other side of the large limb it was on when it saw me move. I found a good rest with a clear shot, picked up a stick about 3" in diameter and two feet long, glanced back up to make sure squirrel was still holding tight, then chucked the stick as far as I could toward the other side of the tree. the racket from that moved the squirrel back toward me just enough for a clean head shot. Now I have 5 rats in my little strap vest, AGAIN. we are as far away from the truck as we can be on this hunt now. I sent the dogs off to the south, back toward the creek. the area between this oak ridge and the creek is a swampy sea of Horsetail Rushes and briars with a few large cottonwoods. it opens up once you get back near the water. the dogs both barked a little on a big cottonwood about halfway to the river bank, but both moved on pretty fast and split up. Lefty started barking just when he got out of my site. by the time I got there, Slick had joined in. I'm thinking to myself that there is no way I'm gonna kill a limit of squirrel in this small river bottom in less than two hours. it just doesn't happen like that. Well, sure enough, Lefty had one and it was in a nice spot for a good shot. I was too far away, and as I approached, the squirrel moved just out of sight. I found a place to shoot and waited. Slick ran off the tree and ran back. when he did, he spooked the squirrel enough that I had a beautiful wide open shot. I don't know how I missed, but I did. the squirrel slid around the limb, out of my sight. a few seconds later i saw it sailing to the ground, and the chase was on. I had a helluva time getting to the tree where the squirrel stopped, dogs still hot on it's heels. dead logs laying everywhere and had to climb over, under and through a lot to cover 100 yards. as I got close enough to shoot I see the squirrel run down the tree, jump onto a small sapling, jump to another tree and disappear. I walk over to look for a hole, which I found about 20' up on a small sycamore with half a rat sticking out of it. I was laughing, the dogs are going nuts because they can see it, too. I took a pic and fired a round at the squirrels tail to try and roust him out of the hole, assuming he was only sticking out because he couldn't fit. he disappeared into that hole instantly when the bullet hit the tree next to him. gone for good. pisser. that was the easiest shot I'd had all morning. off we go, now heading back in the general direction of where we started. Slick went to a large Sycamore den tree with two holes in it big enough for me to crawl in. I sent them off again. they stayed pretty much together and didn't really stop moving. I could tell by the tracking screen that they were just about to where our hunt began, but I'm still over 300 yards behind them when Slick starts barking serious. I pick up the pace to get there, and he had another one. I spotted this one from a fair ways away in the open woods. I found a nice place to shoot and just waited. the dogs saw this one and were going ballistic. after a minute or two the nervous squirrel rolled up on top of the limb he was on offering me a perfect shot. nothing but brains this time. just like yesterday, I didn't even try to cram another rat into my vest. I just carried this one the quarter mile or so back to the truck. All of this in less than two hours today. crazy. Squirrels don't have much of a chance when both of my dogs are hunting. Lefty has surprised me this week. He has really hunted this week for some reason. makes me very happy.
rat in a hole.
somebody pinch me. this has been one exceptional week of squirrel hunting. I'm incredibly fortunate to have such hard working dogs. this really isn't as easy or as common as it may appear. they are just really, really talented, and I have the luxury of time to put them in the woods. I sure hope when the time comes that I can drink from the fountain of this pedigree one more time. Dreadful to have to stop hunting and go back to work, but we'll have one more hunt tomorrow. if nothing else, we maximize recreation.