We had a helluva storm last night, but it had quit by 5 am. Called my son and let him know. He headed up from Indy. Time he got to the house, it was raining again, so we headed uptown for some breakfast. Time we got done and headed to the woods, it had quit. Took him to another new woods I hadn't hunted in years. We weren't in the woods more than 5 minutes and I saw him line up to shoot. He shot, then I shot, and the squirrel fell out of the tree. We kinda collaborated on that 1st one. I started walking away, and he lined up and shot another one!


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pic of his first one.


I eased on down through the woods, and heard one barking. Eased up on the lil booger, and popped him.


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Went on and heard some more barking. I never saw another one. Dan fired at a couple more and missed. Oh well, we've all had days like that, cept for ingwe.......whistle grin

Had a great time with my son, this morning. Gonna hit it a lick over the weekend.


maddog