It was setting up to be a great evening hunt in early October of 1997. This was only my second year of bow hunting so my anticipation was at an all time high each and every time I went out in hopes I would be getting that first kill with my bow. It was in the lower 40's, partly cloudy skies, and no wind. I arrived at my stand about 3pm and it looked like it was shaping up to be a good hunt.
For the first hour I did not see a thing but I pretty much expected that anyways. Around 4:30 I started to hear alot of commotion coming from the left of my stand. I know the bedding area for the deer was about 100 yards away and they should be starting to make their way past my stand. My excitement was building as the noise kept getting louder and closer. Suddenly I seen some movement about 50 yards away. I knew it! Squirrel! This was a big old fox squirrel making his way right down the deer trail towards my stand. He came and went and all was quiet again.
Within 15 minutes I heard movement coming from my right. once again my excitement started to build, hoping and praying it was a deer. Darnit! Same old fox squirrel again. After this went on about 10 times I said to myself if that fox squirrel comes by here again I was going to put an arrow through him. Sure again here he comes. Luckily for me he stopped 10 yards in front of my stand. I launched an arrow at him. He jumped straight up in the air at least 3 feet high. I missed him. Well by this time I got down, retrieved my arrow and got out of there. That squirrel really put it to me. After that hunt I made a vow to myself, one day I will get my squirrel with my bow.
Fast forward to 2009. My son and I were out on an early morning November hunt. It was a cold crisp frosty morning. it was in the heat of the rut and was looking to be a promising day We were in our stands about 45 minutes before shooting light. The woods were rocking with movement which we could hear but could not see. We knew it was deer and expected an exciting morning. Finally, shooting light arrived. The action was hot and heavy right away. Squirrels were everywhere. Fox squirrels, black squirrels, gray squirrels, in the trees, on the ground. It was a squirrel hunter's dream. The only problem is we had our bows and were deer hunting.
The hours were passing by and it became apparent the deer may have been moving but it wasn't in our area this morning. I could see my son from my stand and I suddenly seen him draw his bow. I suspected a deer snuck in on him and he was about to take it out. I looked in the direction he was aiming and I could not see a deer. He shot! He gave me the thumbs up sign meaning it was a good hit. He sent me a text and said he just shot a ground hog. Hearing it was not a deer I decided I would take my 2nd crack at a squirrel. It was a matter of minutes I had a squirrel about 25 yards away broadside. I let an arrow fly and I seen i shot right over top of his back. Probably missing him by less than an inch. Frustrated of my miss I got down and retrieved my arrow. With no sign of any deer for over the first 4 hours we got down, collected his trophy ground hog and came home. Our black lab enjoyed a very nice meal.
A couple days later I would go out by myself. I was looking to take out a doe because I already had my buck. Once again it seemed like it would be a great morning to take out a deer. Although I did see a few deer early on, nothing came in close enough to get a shot at. After sitting in the stand for about 3 hours and being tormented by one particular squirrel, I decided to make my third attempt at a squirrel. It wasn't long and that gray squirrel decided to make his way in front of my stand once again. He was standing 20 yards broadside and I released the arrow. It was a perfect hit. Right behind the shoulder. He dropped on the spot. No tracking. The 2 blade Rage did it's job. The squirrel was near cut in half by the Rage but I finally had my squirrel. I hope you enjoyed my story and the pictures I have included with it.