bubu wrote:That's exactly who it was!!! I apologize again Fire Cloud!!!
Bubu, we all make mistakes. Lord knows I make enough for both of us! But it takes a man to admit publicly a mistake and appologize for it. Your appology is accepted and is plenty good enough for me. I really did not think we have ever met but if a day comes when we do, I will be happy to shake your hand as a friend. Life is way too short for all of us so I do my best to let things go and not hold things against someone who has done their best to make things right.
After writing my first post while eating my lunch, the whole thing made me want to go practice exterminating some squirrels (just in case you decided we needed to do a duel at 40 paces!) so I gathered up my .22 and some ammo then headed for the woods. We have had off and on showers and the squirrels were pretty much staying holed up. First couple of spots I tried nothing showed up after waiting a while, so I moved on.
I have a 5 gallon paint bucket in a strategic position where I can get shots at squirrels at just about any producing oak on my land. I picked out one on a high embankment behind my food plot and was almost to the bucket with my cat trotting ahead when a squirrel hanging upside down flat against an oak up ahead began scolding the cat. While I normally like to make head shots, I wanted to be sure I dropped this one so I centered the crosshairs on his upside down carcass and shot him off handed without any rest. I drilled the center of his spine and he loosened his grip after about 30 seconds and fell. He was still breathing when my cat got to him first so I put him out of his misery before the cat tortured him to death.
This one was likely one of "Jean's" babies as it was a light, silver colored squirrel with white "boots" up all four legs. Jean was a nearly all white female squirrel I protected last year who nested in a pine a few yards from my stand at the food plot. The storms broke the pine off and I have not seen Jean this year so she probably did not survive. I have killed nearly completely white squirrels out of my woods before and hope I can get a group of them to survive and produce a lot of white squirrels.
I did not get a chance to get a shot at any more squirrels as more rain came and I sat the rest of the afternoon out watching for deer at the food plot in my shooting house.
I would like to say a couple more things. I can understand getting upset with someone who might want to shoot a fine hunting dog. That is uncalled for. There are circumstances which might justify shooting some dogs (or shooting anything really) but I'd be hard pressed to think of one that would apply to a trained hunting dog. I have written on this and other forums quite a lot advocating working together to solve dog related conflicts, such as once proposing some rules for dog hunting for deer (tracking collars, ID chips imbedded in the dogs, issuing a dog hunting permit, etc.) which would allow dog hunters to responsibly continue hunting with their animals. The reason I did that is because growing up I tended our hunting dogs every single day. They were bird dogs but were costly to purchase and were treated very well. I think the setter we had we paid about $500 him for way back in the 60's. That would probably be a $2,500 dog today. On cold days, I mixed the dry dog food up with powdered milk and water and warmed their food on the stove before feeding them so they would not have to eat cold dog food.
A little later, as a teenager, I bought some pedigreed German Shepards and raised them for a while. They were really smart dogs (and also expensive) and I spent considerable time training them and, as with the bird dogs, caring for them very well. So I have no bias against dogs. If anything, I have an affinity for any smart, well trained dog.
Finally, if the occasion ever arises, I would very much enjoy a hunt with any of your dogs. Thanks for the invitation. Just take me wherever you are shooting those black squirrels. It looks like maybe those black squirrels are from the delta. I remember shooting a few of those over in the National Forest at Rolling Fork when squirrel hunting with my father as a teen.
It's all good on my end with no hard feelings. I hope it is on yours too.