First Squirrel Hunt

On Sunday December 20, 2009, was the first day I ever went hunting for anything. We woke up in the mornin' about 6:10 a.m. The alarm kept goin off, it played classical or opera for a while. I finally got up. We rolled out of bed, and put on all of the necessary clothing items to keep warm. We left the house by 6:40 a.m. I was armed with a 12 gauge shotgun, and Dave with a .22 We drove out to the woods, and we walked, and we walked, and then we walked some more, but this time in circles. We saw all kinds of deer paw prints, some were huge, which means monster ass buck, and some not so huge. Shortly after we got to the middle of the woods, Dave said we were to look up into the trees, listen, be quiet, and watch for any movement. I was looking up, and I saw one tiny cute little squirrel. He was running in a run pounce kind of motion. I said "look, there's one!" I pulled up my 12 gauge shotgun, took off the safety, and was about to pull the trigger...when Dave says"Wait, there's no bullet in the gun." (WTF)....ok so we are fumbling with the gun, and trying to get a bullet in it. I say to Dave "Shoot it!" He just looks at me, and he doesn't shoot it either. The squirrel got away, needless to say. We walked around to the other side, and we looked for the squirrel. No freakin squirrel, we never found him again. We walked forever and a day, again. We tromped through water and mud, and I got my furry boots all muddy. The ones I got for Christmas last year(well, 2008), from Dave that came from Gander Mnt. A 12 gauge shotgun is heavy when you have to carry it for hours in alot of clothing that feels heavy like a ton of bricks. A woman can gain alot more respect for the shit a hunter goes thru to put meat on her table, when she does it herself. So we got tired, and sat down a couple of times,

and Dave snapped some pics by the creek. We were talkin' and walkin' he was showing me something, and Dave put his two fingers to his eyes (to say we see eye to eye) and before he could point the fingers to mine, I slapped his arm, and 'bout made him poke his eyes out. It was totally a 3 stooges moment. I think he saw stars for several minutes. We sat and laughed our asses off in the middle of the woods. We were famished. I got to talking about how good some eggs, biscuits, and gravy from Cracker Barrel would be, and he tok us there to eat. People sure do look at you funny when you're a woman, and dressed up in your hunter clothes. We ate till we were fat as stuffed hogs. We came home for a bit, stripped off the bulky hunting gear, and decided to go to the new hunting store in Decatur (Academy). That store was awesome. We bought 2 flannel blankets for camping, a globe and 2 packs of socks for the lantern, a squirrel sqeeky call, and a wild hog call. Then after a long day in the woods, and shopping for outdoor gear, I finally made it home to write this blog (previously posted on MySpace) about my first hunting experience.

No kill, but an awesome day! I love my husband! Can't wait till the next hunting trip.