The other day I observed a few pheasants coming to a particular oak tree to scratch under. A few days later on a blind hunch I went and sat up there before sun up. It was cool but nothing like you fellers are suffering.
I sat in the damp leaf cover just in some holies.
I loaded the faux trade gun with about 60 gn of fine black powder and tipped about 500gn of #5 shot down the barrel.
It was a sublime time. I was not expecting anything but enjoyed listening to the woods come alive in bird song. The ravens were patroling, squirrels were moving in the canopy and I was in a warm spot sheltered spot from the wind.
Jess was on high alert eagerly watching the squirrels hoping to get her chops around one, the real reason she lives!
I also heard a few pheasants come off roost and my long shot hopes of seeing one come to this tree lifted. As it got lighter I could see how the leaf mold had been tillered the day before, that's encouraging I thought.
Maybe any minute a squirrel may turn up but should I wait.....then, out of nowhere three **** birds turn up. The run in one behind the other and started scratching for acorn. Just 20yards away I slowly lined the gun, freezing when ever one starred my way. By the time I get lined up and the **** set one appears to have made out Jess. Sensing something is wrong the others start to walk away. There was no time to lose so I tripped the lock and my bird was down.
After collecting the bird I reloaded and settled down.
My mission was completed but now we needed Jess's squirrel so we waited. After 20minutes it all settled down again and a squirrel dutifully arrived. Shot two and Jess was released to find her squirrel. Once found she went on her victory run around with it whilst I made for home. Gun resting on my shoulder and bird in hand.
I sat in the damp leaf cover just in some holies.
I loaded the faux trade gun with about 60 gn of fine black powder and tipped about 500gn of #5 shot down the barrel.
It was a sublime time. I was not expecting anything but enjoyed listening to the woods come alive in bird song. The ravens were patroling, squirrels were moving in the canopy and I was in a warm spot sheltered spot from the wind.
Jess was on high alert eagerly watching the squirrels hoping to get her chops around one, the real reason she lives!
I also heard a few pheasants come off roost and my long shot hopes of seeing one come to this tree lifted. As it got lighter I could see how the leaf mold had been tillered the day before, that's encouraging I thought.
Maybe any minute a squirrel may turn up but should I wait.....then, out of nowhere three **** birds turn up. The run in one behind the other and started scratching for acorn. Just 20yards away I slowly lined the gun, freezing when ever one starred my way. By the time I get lined up and the **** set one appears to have made out Jess. Sensing something is wrong the others start to walk away. There was no time to lose so I tripped the lock and my bird was down.
After collecting the bird I reloaded and settled down.
My mission was completed but now we needed Jess's squirrel so we waited. After 20minutes it all settled down again and a squirrel dutifully arrived. Shot two and Jess was released to find her squirrel. Once found she went on her victory run around with it whilst I made for home. Gun resting on my shoulder and bird in hand.
