To everything a season my friend!Moving along here, I really don’t know what this voodoo or magic spell is that can overtake a hunter such as myself. I’ve been a die hard big game hunter for about 50 years now. Couldn’t wait until bow season opens every year. I lived for it.
Bow season opens here on Saturday. I’ve been procrastinating big time on just getting my crossbow off of the wall and test firing it a couple of times to ascertain everything is still okay. Well, I just got in from doing so and let me tell ya, to my astonishment, I practically had to force myself out there to get it done.
Ever since taking up this squirrel hunting gig using a .32 Crockett Squirrel Rifle, that’s all I think about or want to do. It’s crazy! I honestly do not understand this. How can a rodent take the place of a deer?
Either way, no store bought meat comes into this house. It is, and has been most of my life, wild game. So, it’s looking like I best get with the program, grin and bear it while waiting for some bigger groceries to walk within bow range. Hopefully, I can get two for now then get back to my beloved squirrel hunting for a little while anyway. Then hopefully get my other two deer about rut time.
Always amazes me when sitting in a deer stand, how many squirrels I see and I always have the same internal conversation "go get your rifle and get some shooting in."