Well almost at least...third trip this morning for squirrel and only got one. About the same luck as last two times.
First time out I pegged one with the mossberg 151M .22 from about 60 yards. hit it squarely right behind the ears broadside with a CCI LRN match....after 20 minuets of looking we never found it. That was the last one seen for the entire day. The second trip, my buddy shot one (or at it at least) 25 yards out just seconds after stepping into the woods with his old 34A Ranger, loaded with some kind of odd semi-wadcutter!? looking thing that was at least as old as the rifle. It fell right out of the tree dropping 30 feet or so...and promptly ran off.
This morning I decided to forego the .22 and took a shotgun. I shot a nice sized gray mid jump after 30 minuets in the woods. Upon retrieving it, I found only one SINGLE #4 pellet had hit it smack dab in the middle of the back of the head
instantaneous 
A few seconds after I dropped the nice, clean and healthy tree chicken into my game bag....a shot rang out to south east.....hot butter my buddy must of had one! what a change from the last two trips. When we met up though I found out he had chucked his down the ravine due to warbles he said
didn't see another bushy tail the rest of the day.
They are either less prevalent, or extremely inactive compared to last year this time. Last year we both had our limits by no later than noon
First time out I pegged one with the mossberg 151M .22 from about 60 yards. hit it squarely right behind the ears broadside with a CCI LRN match....after 20 minuets of looking we never found it. That was the last one seen for the entire day. The second trip, my buddy shot one (or at it at least) 25 yards out just seconds after stepping into the woods with his old 34A Ranger, loaded with some kind of odd semi-wadcutter!? looking thing that was at least as old as the rifle. It fell right out of the tree dropping 30 feet or so...and promptly ran off.
This morning I decided to forego the .22 and took a shotgun. I shot a nice sized gray mid jump after 30 minuets in the woods. Upon retrieving it, I found only one SINGLE #4 pellet had hit it smack dab in the middle of the back of the head
instantaneous A few seconds after I dropped the nice, clean and healthy tree chicken into my game bag....a shot rang out to south east.....hot butter my buddy must of had one! what a change from the last two trips. When we met up though I found out he had chucked his down the ravine due to warbles he said
didn't see another bushy tail the rest of the day.They are either less prevalent, or extremely inactive compared to last year this time. Last year we both had our limits by no later than noon
