Squirrel Hunt, Day 2

I've forgotten how challenging squirrels are to find when you actually seek them.

I'm loving it out here with the old caplock rifle and buckskins, neck aching from looking up, my eyes straining to see them as they lay in the leafy green limbs of an early-season oak. I'd forgotten how challenging squirrels are to find when you actually seek them.

I concentrate on the fundamentals of woodsmanship-staying in the shadows, being still, looking for movement, listening for the sound of cutting teeth, and placing a premeditated foot on a dry leaf only when the wind blows.

I finally slip within range of one as it scratches down the tree to cache its loot. I have time enough only to cock the hammer and pull up and shoot offhand. When the smoke clears, I see, there in the leaves, one of the first things I remember while hunting squirrels as an 8-year-old-nothing but more leaves.

I miss. Again! And I reload and try to outwit another one.


Go to Day 3.

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