Got to the woods late this morning, around 9, and hiked and did 15-minute sits for a couple of hours in some hickory and oak groves that have usually been pretty good. No squirrels, though I found where I’m going for turkey this spring.

Decided to try one last spot, and hit three with four shots without having to move. Soon as one went down, another started hollering. I did spent a while glassing a big oak for the last one. He was calling the whole time, but I couldn’t get my eyes on him. Finally, saw him in a smaller tree 20 feet lower and much closer than I’d thought. Messed up the shot and lost the front end after hitting a shoulder.



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