Folks, I've been stalking the woods for 50+ plus years but this has been a season for the ages! It's been one long ride in a clown car and getting sillier!!
This morning at dawn it was cool, overcast, misty, drizzly and all the other "ies" there are, but it's the challenge of it all. Hide in a tree with a flintlock in wet, misty weather and see just how good you are. Enough years in the game to figure out how to keep a flinter going...but it's the imponderables that keep me humble.
Gets light enough to see and it's deadly quiet. Figure Yodels, the demented squirrel, is hiding in his nest so at least it's quiet for a change without that daft varmint chattering his little squirrely head off. Wait for a couple hours, huddled over the cow's knee and periodically checking the pan to wipe dry and change out the roll of trade wool I keep in the pan...CLACK! I'm rolling my eyes around to keep from turning my head but nothing. Wind picks up a little...CLICK! What the....
The rain starts picking up and figure this is going nowhere, and in a hurry...CLUNK! An acorn bounces off the trade gun's barrel a couple inches ahead of the cow's knee! Tree debris, great! For some reason I look up and guess what? You may already have figured this one out...it's Yodels the Daft squirrel, and the little beggar is holding an acorn! I know it's him, he's got a partially bent left ear(genetics or squirrel wrestling, I don't know!) "You better not!"...zeee! "CLUNK!" ,right next to me!! I'm sorry gang, but I totally lost it. I'm sitting there bent forward, gun butt on the board between my feet, holding the barrel hard against my upper forehead and howling with laughter...you can't make this stuff up! I absolutely don't know what to do or say at this point. This the absolute goofiest thing I've ever heard of. Needless to say, came home...with a stop at Wild Bubba's for a yak "Zombie" burger. Get my elk, antelope and venison there if I have to...think God wants me to take up knitting!
This morning at dawn it was cool, overcast, misty, drizzly and all the other "ies" there are, but it's the challenge of it all. Hide in a tree with a flintlock in wet, misty weather and see just how good you are. Enough years in the game to figure out how to keep a flinter going...but it's the imponderables that keep me humble.
Gets light enough to see and it's deadly quiet. Figure Yodels, the demented squirrel, is hiding in his nest so at least it's quiet for a change without that daft varmint chattering his little squirrely head off. Wait for a couple hours, huddled over the cow's knee and periodically checking the pan to wipe dry and change out the roll of trade wool I keep in the pan...CLACK! I'm rolling my eyes around to keep from turning my head but nothing. Wind picks up a little...CLICK! What the....
The rain starts picking up and figure this is going nowhere, and in a hurry...CLUNK! An acorn bounces off the trade gun's barrel a couple inches ahead of the cow's knee! Tree debris, great! For some reason I look up and guess what? You may already have figured this one out...it's Yodels the Daft squirrel, and the little beggar is holding an acorn! I know it's him, he's got a partially bent left ear(genetics or squirrel wrestling, I don't know!) "You better not!"...zeee! "CLUNK!" ,right next to me!! I'm sorry gang, but I totally lost it. I'm sitting there bent forward, gun butt on the board between my feet, holding the barrel hard against my upper forehead and howling with laughter...you can't make this stuff up! I absolutely don't know what to do or say at this point. This the absolute goofiest thing I've ever heard of. Needless to say, came home...with a stop at Wild Bubba's for a yak "Zombie" burger. Get my elk, antelope and venison there if I have to...think God wants me to take up knitting!
