Yesterday I went out for a few hours of hunting and went straight to the top of the mountain. I had it in my mind that if I got 3 more I would call it a season. It’s been very dry this fall and a lot of leaves have fallen. It makes it very hard to stalk to within range. On top of that, after last years slaughter of 100 squirrels I was starting to feel like many more would be just greedy. I had already made this season my 3rd best, so I thought 30 would round it out.
As I got to the top, two were barking. I got them both within a minute. After retrieving them I waited around a bit. Usually when there is one or two there are always more. I started off the hill after a half hour and sure enough the third one started barking. I got close to where I heard it and it stuck its head around a tree not even 15 feet in front of me. I blew it’s head off and that made 30.
I am calling it a season at 30. Time to clean the 16 gauges and put them up for the year. This year was still a huge year. Last year was special for sure at 100 killed but 30 is still a yuge year. There has been many years when 15 would have been a helluva season.
I felt a little bad letting a wounded one get away yesterday. Whacked a monster fox squirrel on top of a ridge at the end of shooting light. It hit the ground then, while I was reloading, popped up and went sliding down the hill…down…down…down. I just watched it go – would have had to climb back up that rocky, steep, knee-killing slope in the dark. I checked the topo map later and it was over 300 ft of closely spaced lines. Nope.
Yeah when they hit like that then run off under their own steam you aint gonna find it. That would have been a wasted climb. He would have already found a spot and be hidden long before you got to it.