Today since I’m going to do my homework any second now, I am going to reveal the thing that scares me most about hunting. It isn’t guns, it isn’t breaking a nail, … it’s…
Getting attacked by a squirrel who could possibly jump on my head and kill me. I mean you don’t want to move but when they climb so close as to in my stand with me, I’m basically screaming silently at a deafening level.
The scariest time I ever had was when I was hunting with a friend in lower Maryland next to a marshy area. I hadn’t seen much in the way of deer but I was entertained by a constant stream ofducks and geese flipping into a pond just in back of my deer stand. Just at that time of the afternoon when you should see deer I heard a noise in the leaves off to my right. It kept getting closer and closer and in my mind the deer was getting bigger and bigger. When I finally found the source of the noise I was surprised to see a family of four skunks foraging for food. They took their time digging through the leave and dirt in and around the bottom of the tree that I was up in. The day wore on and the Mom and three little ones weren’t in any hurry to leave the bottom of my tree. I started breaking off branches and throwing them at the Mom to see if I could encourage her to move along. All I accomplished was to make them gather into a tight ball at the very bottom of the tree I was sitting in. Finally way past dark one of the guys I was hunting with came back to see if I was alright. He wanted to shoot at the ground near them and I had to talk him out of that. Finally with all the talking and motion around them they started to move off. I was thankful that I didn’t have ride three hours back home in the bed of a truck smelling like skunk spray.