Got up about 730 this morning and decided to go chase an old nemesis. I had ran into this group several times between a stand of hardwoods next to the neighbors property and an old cabin near the old quarry behind mom and dads place. The members of this group never failed to bust me on my stand sits. I never had luck fooling them, camo, playing the wind nothing ever seemed to hide me in a tree. So when I woke up this morning with a heavy fog and lite drizzle falling off and on I put on my favorite plaid flannel an decided to still hunt.
I stalked my way silently through the woods and as I rounded the bend of the road bed there he was.... "Ol silver belly" was crossing the road bed right in front of me. I had to squat/lean down to get a shot under a branch in front of me before this bruiser walked out of my life forever. My heart raced! "Focus" I kept telling myself!.... Much easier said than done with a monster like this staring you down! As I drew he stood at the edge of the trail. I found the old familiar anchor point and loosed. The arrow thunked home and he flopped 5yards away!!!
Haha ok so maybe he's not that big lol but it was a blast. Both my boys had a blast helping to skin him out. I missed a couple more before getting this shot, but this was probably the most fun hunt I've had all year. It's easy to get wrapped up in big game but squirrels are a blast.may try to slip out again this evening to see if I can get another one or two.