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Post by ozark on Oct 30, 2011 18:11:53 GMT -5
One fall my son Ben Jr. and I decided to go for our limit of eight each. I had a coon hound that was also a good squirrel dog so I took the .22 and the dog. Jr. wanted to still hunt with a shotgun. We hunted within a half mile of each other and he could heard my dog tree and my shots. Every once in a while I could hear his shotgun boom and knew he was having at least some luck. When I got my limit I went to the pickup to wait for him but he was there waiting for me. We soon discovered that we had 16 squirrel to dress and get ready for mom. Mom never did like pellets in the meat but I told her to not mention it because he was proud that he had limited out. Just one of many days to remember.
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Post by pposey on Oct 30, 2011 20:44:30 GMT -5
Thats a good one,,
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Post by tar12 on Nov 1, 2011 19:26:38 GMT -5
Nice story Ben..Kind of ironic that I just sat down with a plate of fried squirrel and mashed taters and have been chewing carefully as "Q" has been after then with the shotgun...those pellets wake you up when you bite into one!
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Post by 161 on Nov 3, 2011 5:26:21 GMT -5
Lot of memories with my Dad in the timber. I'm sure Ben Jr. remembers that day also.
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