You know your camo is good
and your scent blocking is working, when you have a red squirrel crawl up to sit on your knee with a handful of maple seeds (yes, squirrels have hands, and they use them uncannily the way humans do) and proceed to munch away at them.
At first I didn’t know what to do, it took me aback so. Still: it was fun watching the little bugger up close, nibbling away.
Also: An ice cold rifle barrel? will stick to your tongue the same way a flagpole will.
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I was calling coyotes one fall, just squalling away, and thought I heard several car doors slam from a distance. I turned around and had a muley buck and two does within ten yards, checking me out. It wasn’t deer season, and I always end up with a whitetail tag anyways, but it was pretty neat. We looked at each other for a couple minutes, and then they took off, sproinging away in no hurry. It was the sound of their hooves hitting the ground that caught my attention.
I didn’t get a shot or even see a coyote that day, but I figured it was a great day none the less.
What the libtards don’t understand is there is more to hunting than just killing.
And what are you doing sticking a rifle barrel in your mouth?
Great post. I’ve had those little buggers run up my leg before, but never stop and eat. Must have been the coolest.
Huh, would have assumed that, wouldn’t have tried it. Good to know…
Never knew that – the hands thing – about squirrels. Very cool.
Like my pops used to always say from the pulpit, “for we are fearfully and wonderfully made.” Of course, he was always talking about humans. I decided as a kid I was gonna apply that scripture to all the animals.
But I too have to ask how your tongue came in contact with the business end of a rifle.
Og,
Your stories always leave me with a little smile. :) ESPECIALLY for the content. lol.
If it would have dropped off a frozen little turd, would it still be cute? ;)
Tongue on the barrel? No way to do the smart thing, and just pee on it, is there…? Ah, well; maybe I really don’t WANT to know…
“And what are you doing sticking a rifle barrel in your mouth?”
The squirrel “Double Dog Dared” him.
Oh No! He never could refuse the Double Dog Dare. Good thing it didn’t dare him to pull the trigger. Guess it figured it had made its point.
Not the muzzle, you goofballs. I haven’t felt the need to do that since the last time I saw my Ex.
No, I managed to stick my tongue to the side of the barrel near the lock. Hey, I was bored.
And Dick: I contemplated grabbing the little bastard. He would have made a couple nice meat pies.
My guess is the squirrel had seen one too many Bugs Bunny cartoons as a lad and had a skewed notion of the hazards of sitting right next to a hunter while casually munching vegetation.
Did he have a Brooklyn accent?