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Between 4 and 5, I crossed through a swamp, across two fields and jumped this guy at about 50 yards.
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Bill in Oregon wrote:Mike: How do you prepare your "limb bacon"? Thanks for sharing your hunt and photos.
Yep, that was me.BlaineG wrote:Doc, was it you that were putting together that cookbood with different recepies that we sent in? Is it finished?
Mike I didn’t realize you had a Colt NF.rjohns94 wrote:I started the morning BP hunting for doe. Saw none through the first few hours of the am hunt. Saw more hunters than anything else on this very cool autmun day. before sunup, a red fox passed about 10 feet away from me, looking for a meal before heading back to his den. His lucky day as they are not legal until next week with the proper fur takers license. I shifted weapons, grabbing my Marlin 39 TDS and Colt new frontier .22s and proceeded to some low lying areas to keep out of the wind which was picking up. It was not long till I heard the rasping teeth on a walnut. I located the grey about 10 yards up and 15 yards away. One shot from the Marlin and I had a good start to a dinner. I picked him up, dropped him in my game bag and heard the limbs of a nearby tree move from a weight jumping in them. I spotted the grey stretched out on a thin limb, going for a seed pod, the wind and its weight had the limb bobbing up and down. I took aim and some how, I hit the limb and the grey plummeted the 20 feet to the ground, and then took off at full tilt for the next county! This kind of set the tone for the next 4 hours. I missed three in a row, then took one unsuspecting grey in crook of a tree. The wind really seemed to be giving me a fit. Then I figured out that as I twisted around trees to make a shot, I was actually twisting my sight picture. I was missing some really easy shots. #'s three and four came back to back on similar head on shots. #3 required an assist with the pistol. a few more misses and then back to back scores along the river. Head shot on #5 that was sitting on top of a dead tree barking at me, and #6 was a 40 yard shot and was finished off with the pistol.
Between 4 and 5, I crossed through a swamp, across two fields and jumped this guy at about 50 yards.
when i was a kid, i hunted one in an orchard next to my home for years, and would only see him when i was unarmed; i set with my 22 hidden near his hole for hours at a time, no luck!Hobie wrote:Did you eat that bob-tailed squirrel?
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I've been after "Mom's groundhog" for close to 1½ years now. The bugger seems to know when I'm there and can or can't shoot. He will get his shortly though. About to replace the back deck under which he lives and when I tear the old one out and can get to his hole he'll be done for.