Way to go, buddy. I’m happy that you finally got over that fence. Now that you have, there’s no stopping you now. From here on out you will be a squirrel killing machine.Well, boys I got one. It was this morning a little after 8am. Although I've had a few days off of work, it's been very little time in the woods.
I've been out early mornings and late afternoons. Very little time in the woods with either.
I saw one very small squirrel, too small to shoot. He made his way, tree to tree went off to my right. About 15 minutes later I noticed movement in the same area I lost sight of the little one. I figured same squirrel, but as he got closer I realized it was a mature squirrel. He basically followed the sane path as the little one. After making his way across some vines about 8 feet up, he climbed into a bigger tree, consistently moving. He reach a crook in the tree and stopped. He was up about 10 or 12 feet above the ground, and a bit over 15 yards away. I had raised the Crockett Rifle to my shoulder, little bit before he stopped, pulled back the hammer and sighted him in a Bang. He stiffed up curled his tail and fell to the ground.
He fell on the east side of the tree. I looked where he fell and he wasn't there... what the heck I know he didn't run off. So I looked all the way around the tree. Mostly favoring the eastside.
I spent a few minutes and was getting, well,ya know!!!! I thought by God I'm going in and get Ole Henry. Hooked him up to the leash, getting all pumped up by telling him, Get'em Boy, and Where's he at over and over, he was very excited by the time I took him to the tree. Got to the base of the tree pointing and telling him Find him boy , mind him. He sniffed around, leaned up on the tree sniffing and looking up and down and all around. Then his nose hit the ground and he picked up the scent, he stated to pull me and he was quivering. He was taking me to the west side of the tree. He sniffed he is way the root base of good size vines, and stated flinching and twitching back and forth at the vines. I looked down in amongst them and there was the squirrel dead as a door knobb. He pawed him out grabbed him, turn towards look all proud, it was great. That little was very happy with finding that squirrel, and so was I. I coaxed it away from him. Praised him and got him a treat.
I finally got one. And I will be going again before returning to work on Monday. Although I've shoot a plenty of squirrel with my muzzleloading shotgun, this is my first with a PRB. Thanks to all of the folks on the forum, that the main reason I wanted to pursue hunting with a PRB. Also a special thanks to ETipp for taking the time to share some real good advice when I reached out to him with a PM asking questions about hunting with a PRB and the Crockett Rifle....
The pictures are after Slough Dog drug him out of the vines.
To all
Take Care Stay Safe...
Also, I’m glad ole Henry was able to get in on the fun as well. Nothing like a good hunting dog like that. They are the best of all dogs.