Back in the '50's I lived with my grandfather in southern Illinois. Grandpa was born there in the 1800's, live there all of his life. He knew every landowner and every woods. August was the start of squirrel season and you find us going into the woods.
Grandpa hunted squirrel with a 20 gauge percussion smoothbore loaded with 6's. We would find a scalely bark Hickery tree where the squirrels were cuttin nuts, get back and watch the trees for a spell.
One of the tricks grandpa taught me to fight off the mosquitos was to use a small twig with a few leaves on it. When he was sitting at the base of a tree he would hold the twig up in front of his face and gently rotate the twig between his thumb and forefinger. The leaves slowly moving infront of your face made a little breeze and the task of the mosquitos difficult.
When a squirrel presented itself, grandpa would raise the smoothbore, its roar and bellow of smoke would provide another meal for us.
We lived nearly entirely of sustenance of the what the land provided back then.
I surely miss the simplicity of those wonderful days.
Any squirrel hunters out there?
Happy New Year
Joe
Grandpa hunted squirrel with a 20 gauge percussion smoothbore loaded with 6's. We would find a scalely bark Hickery tree where the squirrels were cuttin nuts, get back and watch the trees for a spell.
One of the tricks grandpa taught me to fight off the mosquitos was to use a small twig with a few leaves on it. When he was sitting at the base of a tree he would hold the twig up in front of his face and gently rotate the twig between his thumb and forefinger. The leaves slowly moving infront of your face made a little breeze and the task of the mosquitos difficult.
When a squirrel presented itself, grandpa would raise the smoothbore, its roar and bellow of smoke would provide another meal for us.
We lived nearly entirely of sustenance of the what the land provided back then.
I surely miss the simplicity of those wonderful days.
Any squirrel hunters out there?
Happy New Year
Joe