Decided to go to the WMA closest to the house again, the one at the end of Smith Springs Road in Nashville TN.
A few pics snapped while working the trail -
One has to zig zag on a trail to a small finger of land to cross a slew that leads to beaucoup shag bark hickory, red & white oak, and black walnut.
Noticed some motion in a big shag bark, so I froze, but was spotted, so the game of hide & seek begins. After what seemed like a lot of looking straight up and scanning through the scope, I spot the tree rat, steady myself and take a shot - a clean miss in fact - but this little carbine is so quiet, thanks to donny fl, the squirrel freezes - I re-load, take a second shot...BOOM... Haysoos Murphy the bolt was half open, but I recover, look up, and see the squirrel's dying quiver as it drops - a clean thu & thru shoulder/heart shot -
Decided to follow the shoreline and move amongst the hickories, and it didn't take long to see a grey scampering along some deadfall and hop into a big beech tree, so I quietly worked my way a little closer using river rock boulders as stepping stones, and began scanning the beech tree, eventually spotting a suspicous lump in the fork of two limbs - yep, that's a nutter staring right at me - I take what feels like a 40 yard offhand shot, and am rewarded with a loud POP -
Squirrel hunting this style is a solitary activity,and sometimes it feels like I'm making a "hole in one" without a witness -but still satisfying nontheless -
Sat down close by after retrieval and eventually spotted and stalked one more successfully -
I'm back at the house by 10, in time to post this and before the missus left for her two mile walk -
This mornings bag, about to be soaking in buttermilk, tonight's hor's d'ourves
A few pics snapped while working the trail -
One has to zig zag on a trail to a small finger of land to cross a slew that leads to beaucoup shag bark hickory, red & white oak, and black walnut.
Noticed some motion in a big shag bark, so I froze, but was spotted, so the game of hide & seek begins. After what seemed like a lot of looking straight up and scanning through the scope, I spot the tree rat, steady myself and take a shot - a clean miss in fact - but this little carbine is so quiet, thanks to donny fl, the squirrel freezes - I re-load, take a second shot...BOOM... Haysoos Murphy the bolt was half open, but I recover, look up, and see the squirrel's dying quiver as it drops - a clean thu & thru shoulder/heart shot -
Decided to follow the shoreline and move amongst the hickories, and it didn't take long to see a grey scampering along some deadfall and hop into a big beech tree, so I quietly worked my way a little closer using river rock boulders as stepping stones, and began scanning the beech tree, eventually spotting a suspicous lump in the fork of two limbs - yep, that's a nutter staring right at me - I take what feels like a 40 yard offhand shot, and am rewarded with a loud POP -
Squirrel hunting this style is a solitary activity,and sometimes it feels like I'm making a "hole in one" without a witness -but still satisfying nontheless -
Sat down close by after retrieval and eventually spotted and stalked one more successfully -
I'm back at the house by 10, in time to post this and before the missus left for her two mile walk -
This mornings bag, about to be soaking in buttermilk, tonight's hor's d'ourves
