jrickman
Senior Member
Funny story from this morning. Me and my boys (13 and 10) head out to chase some squirrels in the rain. It was pouring from 7:00 until about 8:15 so we mostly just sat in a pop up blind keeping dry and whispering about all the actions that was bound to happen if the rain let up. About 8:30 ole bushy tail made his first appearance. My 13 year old got him in the scope and let one fly, perfect head shot I thought, but he fired again...then again. At this point I called a cease fire and said “Good grief son, he was dead on the first shot.” He replied that he didn’t think it was a good hit. I pointed to the squirrel draped over a 6 inch thick limb in a white oak and my point was made...I thought. Now we had a new problem. He didn’t fall, and was in an 18 inch oak layer out across a thick branch right near the trunk. After about 5 mins of vine yanking and circling the tree thinking, we gave up.
So about 15 mins later it’s a downpour and we are back in the blind watching water drip when the boy exclaims, “I’m going to get that squirrel. He might be the only chance I get in this rain!” and runs back down there and starts swinging around like Tarzan one a vine trying to shake the squirrel loose. Well I’ll be danged if he didn’t manage to finally work him free. Plop. Squirrel falls. Boy picks up squirrel and starts walking back. Suddenly he’s dancing around and hollering “Bring me a gun!” I said, just stomp his head good. So he starts stomping...then running in a circle repeating his request for fire support and hollering “It’s alive!” At this point we are dying laughing and the 10 year old is headed his way with a rifle in hand. Finally they manage to dispatch it with a 4th shot.
Upon close inspection back at the blind, the big fella (and he was a solid 3 pounds) had been hit by ALL FOUR SHOTS! He had an inverse mohawk down to the skull with a strip of bone removed from what I assume was the first shot. Another ditch across the back of his head that was down to bone, a shot clean through the neck, and finally (presumably the final close in shot) one through both eyes. Then he suddenly took a deep breath and snapped at us 1 more time before finally surrendering himself to the stew pot.
So about 15 mins later it’s a downpour and we are back in the blind watching water drip when the boy exclaims, “I’m going to get that squirrel. He might be the only chance I get in this rain!” and runs back down there and starts swinging around like Tarzan one a vine trying to shake the squirrel loose. Well I’ll be danged if he didn’t manage to finally work him free. Plop. Squirrel falls. Boy picks up squirrel and starts walking back. Suddenly he’s dancing around and hollering “Bring me a gun!” I said, just stomp his head good. So he starts stomping...then running in a circle repeating his request for fire support and hollering “It’s alive!” At this point we are dying laughing and the 10 year old is headed his way with a rifle in hand. Finally they manage to dispatch it with a 4th shot.
Upon close inspection back at the blind, the big fella (and he was a solid 3 pounds) had been hit by ALL FOUR SHOTS! He had an inverse mohawk down to the skull with a strip of bone removed from what I assume was the first shot. Another ditch across the back of his head that was down to bone, a shot clean through the neck, and finally (presumably the final close in shot) one through both eyes. Then he suddenly took a deep breath and snapped at us 1 more time before finally surrendering himself to the stew pot.
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