Post by HighCotton on Sept 14, 2014 8:05:08 GMT -5
I took my grown son and his friend squirrel hunting yesterday morning. After 4 hours of stalking, sitting and calling we had only seen 2 grays and heard a few in the thick treetops. Skunked and empty handed, we decided to switch our attention to some stand maintenance and trail cam check. With a lil boredom on the horizon, I placed a big poplar leaf appropriately on the remnants of a long dead tree. Ok, boys...time to check your marksmanship. With everyone dialed in they said, "Hey Pops, look here...a cicada...betcha cant pop him from there!" So from ~15 yards I settled the cross hairs with my Ruger Takedown 10/22 on the lil noisemaker. Pow! And he was gone. We walked up and found him hanging nearby on a leaf stem. I was a little off...blew most of his wings and his butt off! And then we did some dissection just to see how he was put together.
Kids!? Can't take us anywhere
Kids!? Can't take us anywhere
