It was hard to sleep. I was so excited to get back in the woods. I missed last season due to being deployed. I got up and 5:00 and was in the stand by 5:45. It had been very windy the evening prior but it was perfectly still and calm when I got in the tree. It began getting daylight about 6:10 and the squirrels brought the forest to life. There were fox squirrels everywhere. I've never seen so many fox squirrels. By 8:05 I had not seen a deer and began wondering if there were many on his land or not. A fox squirrel worked his way towards me and I started to reach for a blunt.
"No Jimmy, it's too early to go shooting at them critters."
"But it's opening day and I don't even know if there are any deer on this land. Let's get some meat down."
"No it's too early!"
"Well....if you're going to shoot at him it's too late to change arrows. Them two bladers are easy to sharpen. Just shoot him with a broadhead. Heck, he's big anyway."
"Okay, you talked me into it."
The old boy jumped up on a log and came at me. Then he hopped off of it and went to digging for an acorn. I drew and let loose with an arrow. POW. Direct hit. He began squealing and flipping so I reached for a blunt to hammer him with and finish him off. I looked back at the quiver and WHOA what is that? Two deer had watched the whole thing unfold. Dadgumit! I quickly put another broadhead on and watched the two deer walk up the ridge. Then I saw more movement. There were 3 more behind the first two. They were about 50 yards away and in a file. They continued up the ridge.
In the mean time old Foxy was flipping around so I turned to address him and saw that he was climbing a tree and my arrow was on the ground. In about 30 seconds he had gnawed completely through my arrow and was now up in a tree. You have to be kidding me.
"I told you not to shoot that squirrel."