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Swamp Ate My Squirrel.
I decided to go out late in the National Forest out back to look for squirrels in a place that a fella said was full of them.
There were not any squirrels, though I saw some activity across the woods near the beaver pond. I went over there and managed to snoop and poop in range of one in a dead tree.
I shot it and it fell in some swampy area. Getting to the dead squirrel became a problem when the water filled my boots. I found the squirrel at the base of the tree looking like a drowned rat, but he wasn’t dead and I’m not picking up a live squirrel. He was up on the only dry land around, or so I thought. I decided to put the muzzle of the 870 near his head and shoot him.
At the shot the entire swampy area jumped into the air and consumed my squirrel. So there I was with a jacket and cushion under my left arm and an 870 in my hand trying to fish that squirrel out from under the water somewhere in the hole in the swamp that had appeared in front of me.
No dice, so I headed out of the area and decided that all was not lost, I at least could try to market my newly invented hunting camo system.
When I got home Clean was not pleased at all with the new camo effect and me coming in the house to wash up.
The 870 was a real mess.
There were not any squirrels, though I saw some activity across the woods near the beaver pond. I went over there and managed to snoop and poop in range of one in a dead tree.
I shot it and it fell in some swampy area. Getting to the dead squirrel became a problem when the water filled my boots. I found the squirrel at the base of the tree looking like a drowned rat, but he wasn’t dead and I’m not picking up a live squirrel. He was up on the only dry land around, or so I thought. I decided to put the muzzle of the 870 near his head and shoot him.
At the shot the entire swampy area jumped into the air and consumed my squirrel. So there I was with a jacket and cushion under my left arm and an 870 in my hand trying to fish that squirrel out from under the water somewhere in the hole in the swamp that had appeared in front of me.
No dice, so I headed out of the area and decided that all was not lost, I at least could try to market my newly invented hunting camo system.
When I got home Clean was not pleased at all with the new camo effect and me coming in the house to wash up.
The 870 was a real mess.
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You could have pulled out your 327mag and dealt to it, after all at that range surely it would be almost fatal for the squirrel.
You could do with more 'green' in your camo btw........
:tooth:
At least you got out.....
A testament to wearing some form of glasses/goggles when in the field.
Does Mrs Clean often have to hose you off before letting you back in the house :tooth:
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