
Creek Fishing on Hot Summer Days
I was interrupted, however, with a shout from my fishing partner. Turning around quickly, I saw him reeling in a nice bass out of the green brush pile into which he had thrown his soft-plastic worm.
I was interrupted, however, with a shout from my fishing partner. Turning around quickly, I saw him reeling in a nice bass out of the green brush pile into which he had thrown his soft-plastic worm.
A minute or so later, a twig snapped in the bottom. The deer was moving closer along the trail, it seemed. My heart pounded with excitement, for I knew the deer was approaching fast, yet I still could not see it.
With one gray squirrel in the bag, I realized that, so far, it had been an incredible morning – we had seen four gray squirrels, one of which was now in my hand. And it was about to get better.
The time following gun season is no doubt one of the best times to hunt squirrels. In my opinion, late-season squirrel hunting is actually easier than pursuing them in early-season.
Thoughts flew through my head. Visions of past mishaps returned and bow shooting techniques pummeled my brain. But with the buck completely unaware of my presence, and my eyes focusing on a singular point behind the buck’s shoulder, I distinctly remember that the emerging thought was this: “This is it. I got you.”
Although it may seem a waste of time, experimenting with different brands or kinds of ammo can change that gun that earlier was shooting two-inch groups to a tack-driver.
Brain shots definitely do have their advantages — if you do place the shot in the brain, it will immediately kill the squirrel, and it does not tear up the meat. But, in my opinion, harvesting a squirrel immediately most of the time does not outweigh the benefits of harvesting a squirrel quickly all of the time.
Because I understood that a turkey’s eyesight was exceptional, I was aware that movement should be kept to a minimum to avoid spooking the birds. However, what I didn’t understand was that there comes to a time when a hunter must run the risk of spooking the birds to get a shot.
After a second or two more of looking, I picked up on the “brain” pattern of the morel. Then another one. And then another one. All of the sudden, it seemed as if there were morels everywhere.
As I threw a glance over at the does, a pulse of new life shot through my body. A mature 10 point had just walked into the draw, his dogged approach upon the very trail that led right in front of my tree.