Hunting the elusive California ground squirrel up here in Oregon, no camo on ... walking around from the other side of the house so they only see me when I round a corner, don't really hear me super well when I open a door or tread toward them so that's okay ... and I can almost never catch up to these guys to pull a bead on them before they're either gone or dashing so fast I couldn't possibly kill them. At least without iron sights?
Beautiful male deer with big antlers comes walking by from my right while I'm still walking carefully, crouching down, looking for that squirrel to my left. I stand up slowly and lean against the wall, wondering if I should even bother shooting a ground squirrel if the noise denies this guy his drink of water from our pond/fountain on this blistering day. He keeps walking, the whole time eight yards away parallel to me and sometimes much closer still, for probably 25 yards. Eventually sees me and looks me in the eye, keeps on walking. Finally starts to run while I'm frozen in place, and never gets his drink.
I felt weirdly honored that, first, he didn't see me even without camo and while I was still moving, and that secondly when he did see me, he didn't seem to care until I moved, and not right away even then. Our deer here aren't domesticated, and we have cougars and such.
So here is me. With the right rifle, I could have dropped a beautiful deer laughably easily as he walked almost right up to me. Mr. Hero Hunter/Stalker who can't even catch a ground squirrel I've been working on all week.
Beautiful male deer with big antlers comes walking by from my right while I'm still walking carefully, crouching down, looking for that squirrel to my left. I stand up slowly and lean against the wall, wondering if I should even bother shooting a ground squirrel if the noise denies this guy his drink of water from our pond/fountain on this blistering day. He keeps walking, the whole time eight yards away parallel to me and sometimes much closer still, for probably 25 yards. Eventually sees me and looks me in the eye, keeps on walking. Finally starts to run while I'm frozen in place, and never gets his drink.
I felt weirdly honored that, first, he didn't see me even without camo and while I was still moving, and that secondly when he did see me, he didn't seem to care until I moved, and not right away even then. Our deer here aren't domesticated, and we have cougars and such.
So here is me. With the right rifle, I could have dropped a beautiful deer laughably easily as he walked almost right up to me. Mr. Hero Hunter/Stalker who can't even catch a ground squirrel I've been working on all week.