I had "daylighted" them on a Saturday morning, and was tucked in behind a fallen log.
Had the jitters, spooking at shadows as the daylight snuck up on me. I saw one come in to the hickory that I was watching but had lost him.
You know how you can hear them cutting if you're close enough? The cuttings dripping down through the leaves like raindrops. Well if your ears are working to par you can hear the little buggers as they scratch up and down the bark on the limbs on their breakfast runs.
I kept hearing the one I lost , his scurrying back and forth the limbs on the dark side of the hickory I had staked out.
Didn't want to move and give up my snipers hide. So I reached in the pocket of my cammo leafy bug suit and pulled out my trusty handy dandy sure to bust 'em squirrel call.
Being an expert( I had read the instructions once)at working this contraption, I proceeded to give my version of what the instructions called a warning call!
Must have screwed up and tapped out a challenge call, 'cause the little furry tailed rat came busting around the tree trunk (and it wasn't even the tree I was watching) head down tail shaking with every cuss word he uttered, I mean this rodent was PISSED
, some one was invading his turf and he was going to have a peice of whoever it was post haste.He did it with such agression it spooked me ,I thought maybe he was rabid or some thing
So now he is over my right shoulder damn near behind me and I know as soon as I move he's going to split and I can't hit a running squirrel with .22 no way.
The challenge must have done its thing, I had to almost stand to turn 90 degrees and get the cross hairs on him and all the while he was cussin'. I could have been a grizzly bear and this little tree vermin wasn't going to back down.
Well the thought of squirrel and gravy over biscuts got the best of me and him.
They work them squirrel calls, they're cheap you oughta try one.