You are a brave lady. Next time have the gopro handy.....
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Originally posted by thorthunder View PostYou are a brave lady. Next time have the gopro handy.....
Originally posted by Texas Grown View PostGreat story Cheryl! Glad you got the upper hand (so to speak
) and survived to ordeal! Those sukkers are some bad Mam-a Jam-a's. This story is just more TBH proof, they are eeeeeeeevil!
Brings back memories of Texas Cattleman's video P&Y squirrel hunt and Smart's 3 legged squirrel story.
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Originally posted by BiggsWife View PostThis is great! I had a pet squirrel and she was a spaz, so I can't imagine a wild one in my house while I tried to catch it! Crazy!!
This was my little fatty baby, Smacks.
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Originally posted by huntresss View PostI can tell you that he was not thrilled when I grabbed him! He kept trying to bite and scratch me but he couldn't quite lift his head up high enough to reach my hand.
I caught him when he got in the kitchen building over at our hunting camp. He got in there a few days earlier and raided some corn I had stored in there so when I heard things crashing off the shelves, I knew he was back. I snuck inside, closed the door behind me and then it was on!
If you've never been in a locked room with a scared squirrel, you've got to try it at least once just for the entertainment value! My eyes couldn't even keep up with him as he bounced off the counter, table, walls and eventually my head! At first, I just wanted to get myself out of the mess I just put myself in the middle of, but then I remembered that I had a camera out in the kubota.
I already had a fistful of fur from one unsuccessful attempt at grabbing him as he whizzed past my head so I needed a picture to prove my prowess, and the only way to do that was to catch the little bugger.
After going round and round the kitchen, overturning every chair and clearing every shelf he finally jumped onto the curtains and started to scramble up them. I grabbed hold of his tail and thought I had a good grip when I saw him flying toward my face again, only this time leaving the last inch of his tail in my clenched fist. At least I wasn't bleeding and didn't have to explain this mess to my husband. I waited for him to get close to the window again, but this time grabbed his tail a little higher up. Bam! I now have a live squirrel in my hand and he's scratching and biting wildly. I had to move my grip down a little bit because he could almost reach my hand, but at least this time I could feel his little tail ones so I knew I wasn't likely to break anymore of his tail off.
By the time I got out of the building and fumbled the camera out of its case one-handed the squirrel had settled down and was now pleading for his life (see the pathetic look on his face, and his little paws clasped together in prayer?). I snapped a couple of pictures, gave him a stern warning and with a quick flip of the wrist flung him into the woods.
What happened next scared me to death! He ran right toward me and started to climb up my leg! My life flashed before my eyes as I was certain he was heading right for my carotid artery. Fortunately he decided that it wasn't worth losing anymore of his tail and launched off my leg and headed for the nearest tree. In a blink, he was gone, but at least I had evidence of my adventure on the camera!
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