Best to ya Ed.
I grew up here in East Tennessee and southeast Kentucky and have heard that term all my life. I never thought about wolves being an unusual term until I read this thread. We always knew they were caused by bot flies and everybody called them wolves. We wouldn’t eat squirrels with them. It’s one reason a lot of older folks wouldn’t squirrel hunt till cold weather. I reckon it’s just another one of those southern things like Tim said.
I always knew them as warbles (Midwest). Never had one on any squirrel I killed in my youth, and our season opened in August. I killed a ton of them in the 2 weeks before it was back to school time. I have shot a couple of rabbits that had them.
Best of luck. Ours opened last Saturday but haven't had the chance to go. Hopefully one day next week. Would love to do a little early morning squirrel hunting followed up by some fly fishing for bass. A good day like that would be much appreciated right now. Gotta quit storming first.
Yep. When I was a kid they wouldn't let me start squirrel hunting until opening day of quail and rabbit in November because of the wolves. Those were the only three game animals on our farm so it was always a mixed bag. Loved it.
WATCH out for the no shoulders.
Hey Fred. No, none were in the thicket from hell but I did have to walk through it to get to the hardwoods. While doing so I did put the sneak on one in there. As I have said, it had rained all night and just stopped a few minutes before I headed out. Everything was so wet that I didn’t want to be going through any brush. So, I was walking up a narrow log road in there on my way to the big woods when a squirrel in close proximity began barking at me. I instantly stopped and froze for about 10 minutes until the barking had slowed way down. Then I very slowly eased into there on one of the paths I had cut a couple weeks ago, which fortunately was right in front of me. Only walked about 10 yards until I could see one of the three smaller trees I knew he had to be up in then stopped next to a tree for a while. It was thick and dark in there but I finally saw some movement in one of the trees. Then the little bugger moved to another tree so I had to move a little to the next tree over. He was obviously was in search of something to eat and he wasn’t remaining still at all. I had one opportunity to shoot and just as I was about to squeeze the trigger, he moved again. This game went in for about 20 minutes until he decided to move out. Unfortunately, and how it often does in there, he abruptly came straight towards me and wound up over my head as I was trying to get a bead on him. He paused for a few seconds and just when I was about to pull trigger and at about 8 feet away, he started moving again, saw me, and was outta there rather quickly.
Thanks, Tom.
Bad day hunting is better than a good day at work. While icing that knee, drop a few cubes in a glass, pour enough amber liquid in it to float the cubes, sit back, sip and relive the hunt from yesterday and years past. Plenty more to come.To my surprise, today was not productive. The wind picked up early and I saw only 4 squirrels. None of which presented me a shot. Knee not doing good so I came home early. Dang thing still swollen and hurting big time. Been off of it the rest of the day and back to the ice, again.
Maybe, if I’m really lucky, this damn knee will stop giving me a fit by 2025 spring season.
Give it some rest and keep on after those squirrels.
