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About a week after I returned home from VN, (woulda been around 1st week of Dec ’70) my little (7yrs younger) brother asked if I’d like to go squirrel hunting with him. So we go down to the Black Cypress Bayou early in the morning, and we’re gonna catch a bunch of the little buggers coming up from the Bayou after their morning drink and on their way up the hill to the oak and hickory groves. The place we set up on is a gentle slope, and there is a small stream meandering down the hill, about 2 ft wide and at the bottom of a 2 ½ ft deep trench; they call ‘em a branch. I find a small cluster of trees, about 6 – 8 inches in diameter packed close together in a crescent shape with the open side facing the Bayou, and my brother is across the branch and up the hill a short ways behind a big ole oak. I got a double-barreled break-down 410; and he’s using Dad’s 12 gauge automatic --- with three in the mag and one in the chamber.

So here we are all set up and ready. But somebody forgot to teach one of the little runts the way squirrels work. This moron spent the night up on the hill, and come morning he’s going downhill to get his drink. Now, I here him coming, he’s gonna pass right by me, so I wait patiently. Well, I’m about 20 ft from the branch, and about 6 ft from it, on my 4 O’clock position is a flat-topped stump; and this dang idiot jumps up on it and starts to preen himself! I can’t get a shot off without stepping forward and pivoting 135 degrees, so I wait PATIENTLY. Not my brother. No siree. He pops off a round --- Ka Boom! And MISSES! So, naturally, he lets fly again. Same results. He empties that shotgun and never even scratched the stump, much less the squirrel!

Meanwhile, I’m hunkered down in a 3 inch ball with shot peppering the ground, the leaves, the tree trunks, everything all around me. But after the fourth miss, I know he’s frantically reloading for another battery; apparently, so does the squirrel --- ‘cause he laughs (ever heard a squirrel laugh? It’s a damn insulting thing to hear!) and then hops off the stump and takes 3 jumps, with the third taking him over the branch. I step up, pivot, and catch him at the top of that third jump, and he DIVES into the branch!

So, my brother comes running up as I’m on my belly, dragging this sodden mass out of the branch, and wants to know did I see him?

I figured enough was enough, and I have never been hunting since. Now, fishing ---

Pickett

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