Wanted good squirrel hunting sories if you have any would love too hear them.

[kevin oh]

i would love to here some of your squirrel hunting stories.aint to many magazines have very many all about turkey and deer so if you have any you would like to share i would be glad to here them thanks {kevin oh}

[Ethan]

I thinki killed the dumbestone in the woodsin PA I saw him in the bush and I pulled up shotand missed he started to run right in front of me and I shot agian and missed so by the third shot the squrrel was running staright at me and i pulled the trigger for the last time and it fell over dead I shot him at about 10 feet then I shot one and i hit it teh first shot and I thought I missed but I did notand he got shot twice at 15 yards with my  .shotgun

[dukkillr]

This one time I had a squirrel run across a branch in front of me, and I shot him. 

3 1/8 B&C... New Missouri record!

[bobg]

   Not sure what kind of stories you are looking for. Not much exciting about squirrel hunting. It is my favorite hunting though. I walked into the woods one morning and hadn't taken three steps when i killed a squirrel. On my way by i picked it up. Well what do you know. It wasn't dead. Sure did scratch the heck out of my arm when it tried to crawl up on my shoulder. .  I have had them sit on the end of the same downed tree i was sitting on. I let them move off a little farther before i shot them. 10 feet with the shotgun kinda makes a mess of them. .
                  bobg

[kevin oh]

i think it is fun trying to stalk within range after you pinpoint there location in the treetop's shelling nut's everywhere.to me it dont get much more exitting than that.

[streak]

Many years ago , my daddy and went squirrel hunting down around Olla, Louisiana. We had driven down from Shreveport and arrived in the woods about 5:45 A.M.. There was a ground fog that was really thick hanging about 2.5 feet off of the ground. We had been invited to hunt on this particular property by friends of my daddy and we were to meet them at selected spot later that afternoon.
Well we started into the woods and about 50 yards into the woods we came across a large fallen tree that had been broken off rom its trunk about 6 feet off of the ground. Well I stepped upon this big log to cross it and my daddy was in the process of going around the broken trunk. Well when hunting in this part of the country you learn very quickly when crossing a log to check on the otherside before stepping down. I looked down and there was about a 4.5 foot cottonmouth coiled and laid back head with his cottonmouth exposed just waiting for me! Well the old twelve gauge came up fast and the movement caused the snake to uncoil and start slithering off! Blam! One dead cottonmouth minus his head. My daddy being just going behind the trunk of the fallen tree yelled out in a loud whisper what in heck are you doing!! I pointed out from the fallen log at the snake and he said uh I see!
We continued on for awhile together then we split up and went seperate directions but would meet his friends later on that afternoon. I slipped down tghrough some Pin Oak trees and got into some cat squirrels and added a few to the bag! I hunted on into the afternoon and arrived at the designated spot and the three brothers who were my daddy`s frinds were already there. My daddy had not shown up yet and it was starting to get late. The sun was setting and the mosquitoes were horrific!
We hear shots and assumed it was my daddy and one of the brothers said it sounded that it was coming form the swamp area. In about 10 minutes more shots rang out! Everybody said he really must have got into a bunch of squirrels but were concerned that all the shots were coming from the swamp region.We were really getting concerned because darkness was setting in really fast. Finally we heard my daddy callout to us and he was only about a 100 yards from us as we turned on headlights from the cars and he came on out. He was covered with mosquitoes and soaking wet.
We ask him what all the shooting was about? He said as he got trapped in the swamp cottonmouths were swimming towards him and he shot them to keep from being  bitten. NOW THAT WAS ONE HECK OF A HUNTING ADVENTURE.
 

[rdmallory]

I was squirrel hunting with a good friend of mine when I was in my early 20's.  We were walking back to the house and found a red squirrel in the top a big sweat gum. Way to far for a good shotgun shot so I pulled out my 4" 66 and got a steady rest on the trunk of the tree. My buddy walked to the back side flushing the squirrel around to my side. I shout and he started laughing at me saying I did not have a chance of hitting him.

I smiled and said you think, about the time it hit the ground. We still laugh about it today the fact it was so far up if must of fell for 30 seconds

Doug

[spikehorn]

Our friends son ryan is like a second son to us, and his mom and dad were having some problems and were split up at the time. I asked Ryan if he wanted to squirel hunting.   we couldn't get into the woods fast enough for him. We had been out most of the afternoon not having much luck,so I said it's probably time to get heading beack over the hill. No sooner had we stood up when we heard a nut drop. We both looked up and found the squirel up the tree we were under. We both had pump 20ga and Ryan took the first shot upon which the thing started to skitter down the tree trying to stop itself and go back up the tree. So ryan took another shot then I took a shot, we traded volleys until we had shot that squirel 7 or 8 times. To this day we still talk about the bionic squirel that we almost couldn't kill, and ryan still has the tail hanging from his gun rack. Last Febuary i attended his graduation from boot camp. He has grown up to be a fine man.

[Dee]

This one is more about my squirrel dog Huff than me.
About 4 years ago when I still ran trucks I stopped by the house one Friday evening and dropped my wife off, and went on to Ft. Worth to pick up a load for Saturday. When I had stopped I noticed ole Huff under the only peach tree in the yard, and he was actin like he had a squirrel treed. Since it was in the middle of our half acre, and it was a peach tree I didn't believe him and went on to Ft. Worth.
 At about 4 AM Saturday morning I picked up my wife and she said Huff had been at the peach tree barkin all night, and wouldn't quit. We went to Missouri, swapped loads and got home about 8PM Saturday night, and Huff was still under the peach tree trying to climb it. We were tired and went to bed. He barked all night under that peach tree.
The next morning when we went to the car to go to church Huff was still under the tree, and looked wore out. My wife told me to go check the tree before we went to church. I did but didn't see anything for the leaves (it was summer time).
When I got to church my neighbor and deer huntin buddy told me Huff had been under that peach tree since Thursday afternoon, raising hell, and would leave the tree.
Well after church we went and ate, and when we drove up my wife insisted I check that peach tree again. When I got there ole Huff was wore out, he had clawed the bark of the slanted side of the trunk, and there was hardly any Bermuda grass left under the tree. I went to the shop, and got a rake and began to shake that tree. In a couple minutes a squirrel bailed and made it thru the chain link fence losing his tail to Huff.
By this time it was about 1:30PM Sunday afternoon. Huff had, kept that squirrel in that peach tree since Thursday afternoon. After he lost the squirrel he went and laid in his water bucket for about 20 minutes and laid around for the next two or three days. I figure that squirrel went and got himself a drink first thing too.
Huff is a registered Jack Russell, and quit is not in his dictionary.

                                                 BENJAMIN FRANKLIN WAS RIGHT!

[kevin oh]

did you ever see thar squirrel without a tail again.huff must be a heck of a squirrel dog.

[Dee]

Nope! I think he learned his lesson or died. There was a pretty good scrap in the yard before he got lose, so he may have died later of injuries. It looked like a big ole boar squirrel, and Huff was on him before he hit the ground good, and as ornery as ole Huff is, it was a tuff fight.

                                                           BENJAMIN FRANKLIN WAS RIGHT!

[briarpatch]

About 1971 or so, at the end of each day I put all my pocket change in jar. After a few months I had enough to buy me a good squirrel gun.
I went down to the local Hardware Store and ordered a grade 1 Browing 22 semi auto rifle, made in Belgium. 117 dollars and a few cents, tax included. It arrived a few days later, I received the gun and found it had beautiful wood with that classic Browing look. It was so pretty and shiney I hated to hunt with it. I did not want to scratch it.
This was early fall and squirrel season would open mid October. I sighted the gun in and found it shot well enough to please me. If I did my part it would sure do its.
My cousin and I planned a hunt for a morning after season opened on some high ridges with good stands of hickory. As we were walking along the ridge looking for a good place to set and wait, we saw a squirril run up a big hickory. We looked that tree over and could not see the squirrel. I walked to the lower side of the tree as it was on the slope of the ridge near the top. I was backing up and looking in the top of the tree when I stepped on.. nothing... The whole world opened below me. Gravity took over.  
I fell about 5 or 6 feet clear air, then hit and rolled several feet down a high bank into an old logging road that had been cut many years before around the ridge.
I must have had my priorities wrong.
Not knowing where I was going or where the end was, I was thinking about the gun getting scratched or broke.
My cousin a (sadist) laughted until he couldn't. He said somewhere from out of that ball going down the hill, came an arm with a gun on it and it did not touch a thing.
I looked the gun over real good and could not find a scratch on it or any place it touched anything. some how I kept it safe.
If you could get the squirrels story it might be a lot better from his view.

[hillbill]

years ago when i was a runt me and a buddy was huntin squirrels.after a couple hrs of not seeing nuttin, he said theres a squirrel nest, i said yea so? he fired his 22 up into the nest and a squirrel pitched out on the ground shot in the head.i just acted like it was sumpin i saw all the time so he didnt git the big head lol. recently i took my gfrens 14 yr old son out hunting, we got 10 tree rats, he was totally amazed.thinks im sum kind of great white hunter.said he never got more than one a day or so.he helped me clean them and ate untill he was bout to bust.thats what its all about.

[spikehorn]

On a nice September day I was out walking an old logging trail to a stand of hickory trees I like to sit in, I was just about to crest the top of the little hill and noticed something at the base of a tree about 10 or 12 yards in the woods. It was the color of a gray squirel, but looked way to big to be a squirel. I wathched it for about a minute trying to decide what it was. Finally I decided it was the biggest gray I had ever seen, and if there were a catagory for grey squirel in Boone & Crocket I would get the top spot for sure. So the 20ga spoke. When I walked up to claim my trophey, it turned out to be two squirels that were in the throws of passion when I so rudely interupted them. Upon telling my friend about this, his suggestion was that I should take them to the taxidermist and have them mounted as they were when I shot them. What a way to go!

[Dee]

Did they possibly die from an STB? Socially Transmitted Birdshot?

                                             BENJAMIN FRANKLIN WAS RIGHT!

[spikehorn]

Did they possibly die from an STB? Socially Transmitted Birdshot?

LOL too funny Dee Thanks for the laugh

[SQUACKS]

 when i was about 12, our family was on one of our yearly vacations. we would camp and my father and i would hunt squirrels. my brother was younger than i and had not yet been started.

 my father would leave me around camp because of my mother and sister and he would drive off and hunt someplace else.
 
 i would take my brother and hunt within hollerin distance from camp.

 one of those afternoons we were sittin on a hillside watchin a big shellbark. the squirrels were on the ground some and i had killed a couple. i could hear them coming in the dry leaves when they came to us on the ground.

 my brother and i were sitting side by  side against a big ole tree. i heard leaves rustling behind us and warned my brother not  to move or make a sound.

 the racket got closer...and closer...

 real quick, i could tell the rascal was right behind us and i again warned my brother not to move. the squirrel was so close that i know any movement would be seen and the varmint would run for it!

 i felt something bumping my pants where they met the ground! i still did not move! i was loathe to let it get away.

it came snuffling around where i finally could see it and at eye level and 2 feet i was staring at a big broadstrip skunk.

 it was pretty intense for a minute as we stared deep into each others eyes and tried to measure the intent of the other.
 
the skunk ambled slowly on down the hill....and i let it go in peace!

[Dee]

You COWARD! I'd a slapped that skunk for scarin my brother.

 
                                               BENJAMIN FRANKLIN WAS RIGHT!

[kevin oh]

i came face to face with a skunk one time.and he was kinda stompimg his front feet.i backed away keeping an eye on him.i figured this was my warning to get out of his territory

[SQUACKS]

You COWARD! I'd a slapped that skunk for scarin my brother.

 lol!  i know you would've! i figgered i let the skunk live and he let me sleep in the tent the rest of the week!

 bleeve i had a 16 ga. iver johnson champion single shot at the time. by the time i was 13 or so i had learned to slip on a tree full of squacks with 2 shells in my left hand and one in my teeth! i meant business! lol! That ole owls head sounded like a pump gun! it rained dead squirrels.

                                                   luck!

[spikehorn]

I've heard an old wives tale that if you pick a skunk up by the tail it can't spray you. Never wanted to test it, but if it were true how would you put it down?

[Dee]

Sounds to me spikehorn, like you need to conduct a scientific study on the proper handling of skunks. Pick one up by his tail, and let me and SQUACKS know how it went.
If he don't squirt you on the pickup, don't set him down. Throw him.


                                                BENJAMIN FRANKLIN WAS RIGHT!

[kevin oh]

better hope they can't spray while they are in the air and run before he hit's the ground.i wonder if tomato juice really works.maybe its like they say how to catch a bird sneak up on him and put salt under his tail i wonder if it would work on skunks.

[Dee]

I always figured if you were close enough to the bird to put salt on his tail, you had just as well hit him with a tennis racket and be done with it.

Skunks on the other hand are not that hard to deal with. I have trapped a bunch in cage traps and transported them with never a mishap. Move slow and move smart, and they'll usually cooperate. I'm sure there's an exception, and I'm hoping one of you meets him instead of me.


                                                     BENJAMIN FRANKLIN WAS RIGHT!

[SQUACKS]

i have always been a feller that just hates to throw away anything that still has a speck of use to it. When an item gives up, it's time for a new one but until then i am just as happy as a clam getting my "money's worth".
 a few years ago my partner and i went out for a first of the year squirrel hunt into wisconsin. It was mid september and hunting boots felt good early of a morning. i had a pair that had seen a few million miles in my bag and still had  some good use in them. they were a bit stiff and could have used some mink oil or saddle soap but it was too late to worry bout that.
 it was one of those cool dewey mornings with no wind and the squirrels were sure enough gonna be movin. it was dark when we left the truck for the timber. my partner went one way and i the other.
 i had about 1/2 a mile to walk over into a corner i liked and had to cross some hay fields to get there. those fields were just glistening with water droplets.
 about halfway there i noticed that my right foot seemed pretty damp so i stopped and put a flashlight on it.
 the uppers had completely seperated from the sole all the way to the instep and my socked foot was sticking right out in the elements. hhmmmmm.
 i had my other street shoes in the truck and thought about going back after them. nope. a real squirrel hunter makes it into the timber before daylight in the warm months. i decided to just tough it out.
 another 15 steps and...you guessed it...the other shoe exploded. they sure had good quality control in that boot factory....
 sometimes a feller just aint got enough sense to get in out of the rain. i just kept going...although a mite more tenderly. Both feet were sticking out and on the bare ground which was not so bad in that hay field but was a differant matter altogether when i got into that woods filled with prickly ash, gooseberry and blackberry bushes!
 i did more sit hunting that morning than i had done in years. sitting makes it easier to dig thorns out of your toes.
 i did get squirrels. i also got laughed at by my partner...which is what a real hunting partner is good for.
 i bought a new pair of boots the very next day....i still have those in my bag....

[S.S.]

while deer hunting last year, I was sitting in my blind and all of the sudden "THUD".
A squirrel landed on the ground right in front of me. It had fallen out of the tree.
Or at least I thought it had. A few minutes later "THUD", another one hits the ground.
What the heck is going on? So I started watching the tree I was under. Two squirrels
started chasing each other around through the limbs, they caught up with
each other and one simlpy tossed the other out of the tree. Not sure if he was the
reason the other two hit the ground but it is a good bet he was.
  Another squirrel I was hunting tried to tap the tree on me. As he jumped from one tree
to the other he landed on on a rotten limb. Snap, and head over tail spinning to the ground.
Did a perfect belly flop and just laid there. I thought it was dead but it apparently had the wind
knocked out of him cause he took off when I was a couple of steps away from him.

[mbopp]

Probably 40+ years ago my uncle (rest his soul) and cousin were out squirrel hunting. Now Clete was a good shot, we'd toss tin cans or clay birds up in the air and he'd hit them with his .22 rifle or pistol. Anyhow, he and his son were coming out of the woods and a squirrel ran in front of them. Clete took the Savage 24 O/U and let fly - except it was set on the .22 barrel and not the shotgun. But he got the squirrel.
So they throw the squirrels in back of the old off-road Jeep and start home. Well, that squirrel wakes up and starts running around the Jeep. My cousin Randy grabs him but the squirrel latches on to his hand, bites it, and rakes his wrist with it's back claws. So Randy screams, lets go and they both bail out of the Jeep. They said the squirrel was really PO'd and chattering up a storm. So Clete goes around the back, throws opens the tailgate, shoulders up, and lets fly with some more lead! Remember, this was a rusted-out off road Jeep. It got a few more holes put in it but they fineally got the squirrel.

[S.S.]

Was not squirrel hunting when this happened but it was still strange.
I was bow hunting for deer and I noticed a squirrel that
simply could not climb the tree he was trying to get up.
He would get a couple of feet up the tree and then
fall off. this happened several times and then he gave up and
walked back over and started eating again. Too calm to be rabid
but maybe sick I thought. He finally walked on away and then I noticed what he was
eating. Muscadines off of the ground. I think they were ferminted and the little
guy was drunk!