So there I was, sittin’ in wet woods in the black dark this morning waiting for a hint of sky to start showing...just hoping the old boy that lives in the thicket will be coming back from a night out...it’s in the mid 30's and as soon as the sky lightens the wind builds to it’s predicted 10-15mph, and by 8:30 trees are moving good so it’s at least 20mph...decided it was time to get off the oak ridge and down in a bottom away from the wind...still hunted almost an hour, turned around and started hunting back out and as I came alongside a tree, a squirrel on the back side hit the ground, made a mad dash to another tree 15-20yds away, went up a few feet and looked back at me.
Now, you probably don't know I’ve taken a night school course in “reading squirrel lips” and in spite of his southern dialect, I’m certain he said “A Flintlock? You’re hunting with a Flintlock?”...and was so full of himself he ran over an hopped up on a log to perch there in a ”˜prairie dog pose”...saw his lips move again mocking me, saying “OK”¦here I am, take your best shot”.
Now I’m already annoyed at yet another hunt without seeing a deer, and it's chilly, and I didn’t like this squirrel mocking me and making fun of my Flintlock...so I decide what the heck, after all squirrel season IS open...so I set the trigger, put the bead on his tiny little chest and popped him off that log like a bowling pin off a table.
It’s not nice to make fun of somebody’s Flintlock!
:nono: :grin:
Now, you probably don't know I’ve taken a night school course in “reading squirrel lips” and in spite of his southern dialect, I’m certain he said “A Flintlock? You’re hunting with a Flintlock?”...and was so full of himself he ran over an hopped up on a log to perch there in a ”˜prairie dog pose”...saw his lips move again mocking me, saying “OK”¦here I am, take your best shot”.
Now I’m already annoyed at yet another hunt without seeing a deer, and it's chilly, and I didn’t like this squirrel mocking me and making fun of my Flintlock...so I decide what the heck, after all squirrel season IS open...so I set the trigger, put the bead on his tiny little chest and popped him off that log like a bowling pin off a table.
It’s not nice to make fun of somebody’s Flintlock!
:nono: :grin:
