I've been wanting to go out to my grandfather's camp and look around for some time, but it's been deer season. Now that it ended we decided to go out and look around, while doing a little squirrel hunting. So we packed our stuff, and headed over to the camp.
We took advantage of our time out to test a new magnesium alloy frame .38 special. It was a very fun little gun, though slightly hard to hit with, having a ultralight frame, and virtually no barrel. And we checked our Savage .17, and at one point we sighted it in and got a 4 shot group all touching. Needless to say, that is a very accurate round. So after all that, we decided to go on and hunt.
Once we got there we split up, me going to the left, my dad to the
right. We were looking for deer, turkey, or squirrel sign. We were hunting a very well wooded area, with a creek running through it. As I was walking, I kept seeing a lot of scrapes, tracks, and trails. On every sand bank I came on, I saw it just covered in deer and opossum tracks. I saw some rubs on several trees, and I saw a large Broadhead Skink, which was kind of cool. My dad found an old deer bone that had been chewed on by mice and rats. The only thing I never saw was a squirrel, which was what I was actually hunting for.I saw a deer trail coming down a big hill, so I decided to follow it up, to see if I saw something interesting. I saw some more scrapes, but that was about it. So after looking around a while, I decided to head back down, and I didn't feel like walking down it, so I sat down and slid down the hill, where I met up with my dad.
After we left the woods we put all our stuff in the
car, and got ready to leave. I was tired and my dad was tired, so I tried to make him drive, but he made me. He said that I had been able to take naps in the car for fifteen years, so he was taking the next fifteen.
