effendude
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Here is a short story along the lines of all these groundhog stories....
I got back from Alaska Tuesday night from two weeks out on the Yanert Glacier hunting Grizzly bears. My wife had got all of her gardens planted and re-mulched with a pallet of fresh wood chips while I was gone. It looked real nice. I noticed a bird feeder hanging on a wrought iron shepard's crook and commented about it. My wife told me that a squirrel had taken over and was eating a pound of mix a day. Hmmmm.....
Saturday was a day building up credit with my wife for being gone for more than two weeks hunting AGAIN. I rebuilt a collapsed closet rod and shelf, attempted some yard work and didn't even try to sneak down to the reloading room once. I did get out one of my hunting bows, a Mathews MR-7 "Monster" set at 82#, verified its sights and loaded a Rage 3 blade broadhead on the arrow. I set up in the third stall of the garage between the Harleys and set the bow on a hunting stool. Returning later that morning from the local home improvement store, my wife commented that 3" of feed was gone from the feedersince we had left.
I kept a watchful eye on the feeder all day, but Mr. Chubby must have been digesting his morning feast. In the late afternoon, I came downstairs with some tools and noticed the feeder swinging wildly. He's back! I went out to the garage and took my place behind a shelf between the stalls. The feeder was about 70' away. I watched him come down and stop at the base of the tree. I came to full draw and waited for him to cross the grass. I planned to take him while he was on the ground, but he hopped past my only shot opportunity. I let the bow down. A few seconds later he was on top of the shepards crook balancing back and forth steadying himself for his upside down acrobatics necessary to further empty the feeder. I came to full draw again, settled the top pin on his hip as he was facing directly away from me and just like a well executed rifle shot, without thinking, the arrow was on its way.
The squirrel exploded off the crook and made it back to the base of the tree. The
1.5" diameter three blade broadhead had opened instantly, cutting a huge wound the length of the body and severing the opposite front leg before exiting below it's chin. Total destruction. I place the squirrel in the trash so my wife would get a start ;D and retrieved my arrow. I replaced the oring that holds the blades in place and am ready for another...
My wife was so impressed with my ability to defend our home that she gave me permission to take out the Harleys for the evening. She even bought me dinner as part of the ride. Not bad for the first bike ride of the season.
Thanks for reading,
Scott
I got back from Alaska Tuesday night from two weeks out on the Yanert Glacier hunting Grizzly bears. My wife had got all of her gardens planted and re-mulched with a pallet of fresh wood chips while I was gone. It looked real nice. I noticed a bird feeder hanging on a wrought iron shepard's crook and commented about it. My wife told me that a squirrel had taken over and was eating a pound of mix a day. Hmmmm.....
Saturday was a day building up credit with my wife for being gone for more than two weeks hunting AGAIN. I rebuilt a collapsed closet rod and shelf, attempted some yard work and didn't even try to sneak down to the reloading room once. I did get out one of my hunting bows, a Mathews MR-7 "Monster" set at 82#, verified its sights and loaded a Rage 3 blade broadhead on the arrow. I set up in the third stall of the garage between the Harleys and set the bow on a hunting stool. Returning later that morning from the local home improvement store, my wife commented that 3" of feed was gone from the feedersince we had left.
I kept a watchful eye on the feeder all day, but Mr. Chubby must have been digesting his morning feast. In the late afternoon, I came downstairs with some tools and noticed the feeder swinging wildly. He's back! I went out to the garage and took my place behind a shelf between the stalls. The feeder was about 70' away. I watched him come down and stop at the base of the tree. I came to full draw and waited for him to cross the grass. I planned to take him while he was on the ground, but he hopped past my only shot opportunity. I let the bow down. A few seconds later he was on top of the shepards crook balancing back and forth steadying himself for his upside down acrobatics necessary to further empty the feeder. I came to full draw again, settled the top pin on his hip as he was facing directly away from me and just like a well executed rifle shot, without thinking, the arrow was on its way.
The squirrel exploded off the crook and made it back to the base of the tree. The
1.5" diameter three blade broadhead had opened instantly, cutting a huge wound the length of the body and severing the opposite front leg before exiting below it's chin. Total destruction. I place the squirrel in the trash so my wife would get a start ;D and retrieved my arrow. I replaced the oring that holds the blades in place and am ready for another...
My wife was so impressed with my ability to defend our home that she gave me permission to take out the Harleys for the evening. She even bought me dinner as part of the ride. Not bad for the first bike ride of the season.
Thanks for reading,
Scott
