Toad
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So,,, my season ended on the strangest possible note! :laugh:
The air was cold and crisp, with just a few flakes of snow blowing in the air. The weather seemed just right. I had my unloaded shotgun tucked through the game pouch of my vest, and my camera in my hands.
The dogs acted like they knew it was the last day of the season, they had a sense of urgency about them... Even more than usual! Junie is always fast, but Daisy was going like greased lightning too. It was quite a sight, and I thought it would be a great end to the season!
So about 15 minutes into our hunt, I hear "YIPE" from Junie, and think "Oh No, she's hit a fence!" I look over in the direction of the sound and see the biggest, fattest squirrel I've ever seen chugging its way up a tree, and Junie running like hell away from there. She passed by me once, and I thought, "huh, she's not limping or anything." Then on the second pass, I about
my pants! There was blood everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE!
I called her to me and there was blood gushing out of the top of her muzzle. Puncture wounds on both sides, with blood just streaming out onto her chest, legs, and all over the grass she had been running through.
By the time I had jogged back to the truck, the bleeding had lessened a bit, but the top of her muzzle had started to swell between the two wounds. At that point I wasn't 100% sure what had happened. I wasn't sure if the squirrel bit her or if she had a locust thorn or stick jammed up in there. So we loaded up and headed to the Vet. I can't tell you how dumb I felt telling the vet, "I think it may be a squirrel bite?"
Vet washed her off and confirmed, it was a squirrel attack!
And now I wish I would have shot that giant, fat SOB. I would have cooked him and fed him to Junie, and probably have taxidermied him too. Haha..
I'm guessing that as she was quartering, she must have run up on the squirrel and then not quite known what to do with it. She's been known to do that to wounded runner pheasants too. She tends to just knock them around a bit until Daisy shows up and grabs them. Anyway, I suspect she was probably doing the same to this squirrel when it had enough and bit the Chit out of her!
So that's the strange end to my 2013/14 season.
Squirrel attack...
I snapped these pics after a creek crossing that washed off a lot of the blood, while I was trying to decide what to do. Obviously, I ended up calling off the hunt and going to the vet, which I think was the right choice.
The air was cold and crisp, with just a few flakes of snow blowing in the air. The weather seemed just right. I had my unloaded shotgun tucked through the game pouch of my vest, and my camera in my hands.
The dogs acted like they knew it was the last day of the season, they had a sense of urgency about them... Even more than usual! Junie is always fast, but Daisy was going like greased lightning too. It was quite a sight, and I thought it would be a great end to the season!
So about 15 minutes into our hunt, I hear "YIPE" from Junie, and think "Oh No, she's hit a fence!" I look over in the direction of the sound and see the biggest, fattest squirrel I've ever seen chugging its way up a tree, and Junie running like hell away from there. She passed by me once, and I thought, "huh, she's not limping or anything." Then on the second pass, I about
I called her to me and there was blood gushing out of the top of her muzzle. Puncture wounds on both sides, with blood just streaming out onto her chest, legs, and all over the grass she had been running through.
By the time I had jogged back to the truck, the bleeding had lessened a bit, but the top of her muzzle had started to swell between the two wounds. At that point I wasn't 100% sure what had happened. I wasn't sure if the squirrel bit her or if she had a locust thorn or stick jammed up in there. So we loaded up and headed to the Vet. I can't tell you how dumb I felt telling the vet, "I think it may be a squirrel bite?"
Vet washed her off and confirmed, it was a squirrel attack!
I'm guessing that as she was quartering, she must have run up on the squirrel and then not quite known what to do with it. She's been known to do that to wounded runner pheasants too. She tends to just knock them around a bit until Daisy shows up and grabs them. Anyway, I suspect she was probably doing the same to this squirrel when it had enough and bit the Chit out of her!
So that's the strange end to my 2013/14 season.
I snapped these pics after a creek crossing that washed off a lot of the blood, while I was trying to decide what to do. Obviously, I ended up calling off the hunt and going to the vet, which I think was the right choice.
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