One of the most pleasurable activities possible on a January or February Saturday afternoon is to walk out our backdoor and squirrel hunt for a few hours on our 38-acre Southwest Virginia land. The snow that fell a week ago was so deep and it has been cold for so long, that I have not been able to hunt bushytails until today.
I had been outside for about 45 minutes without seeing or hearing any gray squirrels, so I decided to make some squirrel barks with my mouth. A squirrel about 75 yards away answered, so I tried to still hunt toward it through the still, deep snow.
Despite my best efforts, I made too much noise, and the animal spotted me, as did the next squirrel, I tried the barking gambit on.
Meanwhile, my son-in-law David was also afield, and he was able to kill a silvertail. Tomorrow afternoon, we are going again. The goal...kill four squirrels between us and have Elaine and Sarah fix us a squirrel casserole.