Agreed, Jim.
Ya know, the "why" factor of squirrels being attracted to those downed trees continued to stick in my mind. So, yesterday morning I went back up to that location. However, there was somewhat of a change in weather conditions but not that much.
Woke up around 0400 and went outside to look up at the sky. I was delighted to see quarter moon in all its glory, along with many stars. No thin overcast that morning. It was cooler than the previous day, about 33* and calm wind. For whatever reason, its always colder over at my happy hunting grounds, and its not far from here as the crow flies. So it was expected. Got put together, did my animal chores, gathered up all hunting gear and headed out.
On the drive over, as soon as I dropped over the east side of this mountain top I live on (against my will) I ran into a wall of fog that was very thick. It was like a brick wall. I estimated visibility to be down to maybe 40 yards. Being still dark out I arrived at my location, grabbed my gear and began the walk up that hillside. Knowing that there's many den trees near those downed trees, I did my best to walk as quietly as possible. Found an oak that is about 26" in diameter and just stood there waiting and listening. The leaves at that time were somewhat wet from the thick fog and previous rain, so no sitting.
After about maybe 15 minutes or so I sky-lined two squirrels going up to the tops of trees, but it was still pretty dark out so I remained still. As luck would have it, all of a sudden deer started snorting loudly. They were uphill and they were not very far away. They kept on snorting and finally I could hear them crashing around as they ran off. And so did every squirrel in the county. That's all it took for them to start barking from most every direction.
Remaining still, I was facing the tree with my Crockett rifle leaning up against the it right in front of me. I had one hand near the end of the barrel and one hand on the tree. I was kind of hiding myself from view of the downed tree limbs about 15 yards away. And then that distinct sound. Small claws on tree bark directly above me. Before I could even think about looking up slowly, I could tell it was only a few feet up and I best not move. As soon as I heard the purring sound they make prior to whining or barking, that verified the squirrels proximity. At about the same time something caught my eye to my right and it too, was very close. So close that without moving my head I could see the gray fuzz through my trifocal. It stopped about 5 feet away, began barking trying to get me to move, then it turned around and went back in the direction it came from. I could hear the squirrel above me run back up the tree when the squirrel on the ground headed out. All the time I didn't move a muscle. Still standing there with my face only about 10" or so from the tree. It never ceases to amaze my that whenever I am trying to stand perfectly still during scenarios like that, that all of a sudden I get to itching in places on my body that hasn't itched in the last 5 years. Also, due to the cold, my nose was draining and it too, was itching like crazy. But I remained still anyway.
Due to all the above, there was several squirrels in the trees still barking. Finally I slowly moved my head around to look at downed trees and to look for possible targets. The fog was still fairly thick so being so early it was pretty darn dark up on that mountain. There were those two still on the other side up in trees that I could see that were somewhat close. A few more minutes had passed and one by one, the barking stopped. All except for one. That squirrel had definitely spotted me and was not about to shut up. Turning around I scanned the trees and ground but for the life of me I could not find "Loud Mouth Larry". I knew he was fairly close but try as I did, I could not locate him. This went on for quite some time as I remained standing by that tree and continued looking for a closer up squirrel. And ole Loud Mouth Larry actually became so irritated that he sounded ticked off. He kept on and kept on, without taking a break, for much longer than I care to think about. Then all of a sudden, and what seemed to be an eternity, Loud Mouth Larry stopped. No slowing down like squirrels do, no taking a break like they often do, he just went silent. My guess is that ole Loud Mouth Larry either destroyed his vocal chords or passed out due to the lack of molecules in his lungs from over-exertion. My hopes were I could finally get to see him and perhaps get a shot at him as he climbed down from where ever he was hiding, but I never saw him.
I finally did get a shot at one that decided to run in and out of the downed tree limbs and I missed. After that, all the squirrels just seemed to vanish.
I do know that squirrels were not out nearly as much as the day before. And the ones that were out and about mostly stayed up in trees. My only guess is they do not like the cold fog. Therefore, I remained there for about another hour or so, and not seeing or hearing any more squirrels, I decided I needed a change of scenery. Before I left I chuckled and in a soft voice I said "I'll be back in a little while, Lawrence, unless I get a better offer". Then headed out.
When leaving those downed trees, I decided to climb a little higher to the next bench and go out that way instead of the path I came in on. Didn't go far before I saw where those deer were had been that were blowing at me. They had digging in the leaves looking for acorns. After easing along for about another 45 minutes or so I heard the distinct sound "Tuk, Tuk, Tuk". The fog was burning off by then to where visibility was about 100 yards. Looking in front of me for that wonderful sound, there were 3 squirrels chasing up in a tree. Around and around they went, up and down, but they remained in that tree. Getting close trying to get a shot, once again there were 2 other squirrels that were not in on the festivities but were still hanging around it fairly close. Easing my way up, one of those on the ground saw me and ran up onto a lower limb of a small tree. Fortunately, I there was a tree I was able to get a rest off of and was able to finally get my first squirrel of the day. Then the "Tuk, Tuk" party was over. They departed as I tried my best to fallow them, but I couldn't keep up.
By now the fog was gone and the sun was peeking out from behind a few clouds every few minutes. So, back towards the downed trees on the same bench I had came from an hour or so earlier. By the time I eased my way back there the sun was shining through nice and bright. Just what I had been hoping for. Sneaking back, I parked just above the two downed trees that has been providing much squirrel activity and observed. To my surprise, still no squirrels to be seen or heard anywhere. Getting ready to formulate a new plan I looked over and there was a squirrel looking at me. It had walked up from downhill and from the base of the closest down tree. Only about 15 yards off and out in the open, I took an offhand shot from a sitting position and missed again. I swear, I cannot shoot that darn little rifle accurately offhanded to save my life. Lucky for me, the squirrel wasn't really scared and hopped over a few feet and just sat on a chunk of old tree limb. Thinking this was not going to happen, but with great hopes anyway, I reloaded, eased over a couple of feet to a smaller tree and shot. Dead squirrel. Alrighty then, that helped ease my bad mood a tad anyway.
After wiping out the bore and reloading, I eased over, picked up my squirrel, and began slowly walking downhill. I spied a squirrel that was on the ground quite a ways off. I would reckon it was 100 to 125 yards away. It was digging in the leaves and remained in the nearby area. During my slow sneak downhill, I would lose sight of it every now and then, so I would stop next to a tree until I located that squirrel again. Using the larger trees as a shield, I eased up to about 40 yards to where the that squirrel was hanging out but I lost track of it again. As my luck has been all this season, when I finally did see the squirrel it was hopping straight towards me, and getting close fast like. It was maybe 20 yards away. I tried to get into position to fire while leaning up against a big tree, but squirrel was advancing so fast and got so close that it saw me first, turned around, ran up the closest tree, then parked on in a fork about 20 feet up. My guess is the shot was 30 yards. That was my final squirrel for the day.
I find it amazing how much difference there can be from one day to the next in the squirrel world. Same place, difference in squirrel activity.
This just about wraps up my hunting for the year. I had one more squirrel to get to reach my intended target goal, but I'm not sure if I will even go back out. A few things mad it me right now. My wife is threatening to do me great bodily harm if I keep bringing in more squirrels due to our freezers being full. My bad knee (that is scheduled to be replaced in a few days) let me know yesterday that it is no longer interested in further hillside toil. I'm sure the squirrels are upset at me for continuously interrupting their quiet woods, and even our little 5 pound dog is mad at me for leaving him home alone every day while I'm out squirrel hunting.
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