Hunting the Aberts tree squirrel in the Arizona mountains! I do a lot of squirrel hunting and have done, ever since moving to the Midwest almost 20 years ago. Up until that time, about the only squirrel hunting I had was ground squirrels in California, Arizona. And New Mexico and this is more like prairie dog hunting than being in the woods after tree squirrels. But once I got to Indiana, I really started to focus on this tree dwelling small game species! My first couple years I did alright, but not great……. then I met Randy Mitchel on one of the airgun forums and he invited me to hunt with him in Kentucky. I drove down a few times to hunt with him and picked up quite a few hints that started to improve my game significantly. As a matter of fact, I started to limit out so regularly that I placed self-imposed bag limits because I didn’t know what to do with the quantity of squirrels I was harvesting. It quickly got to the point that I was traveling all over the Midwest and Eastern states to hunt squirrels, fox, grays, and I even started going after specific color phases. On a backpacking trip with my son in Colorado I ran into the Aberts squirrel for the first time, and thought they were an incredible looking little animal, the coloration and tufted ears made them about the coolest squirrel I’d ever seen. A few years later I wasRead More →

I’d just gotten back from a round of business trips and had a free morning, a new rifle, and a young squirrel season in front of me. So I decided to load up my gear and wake up at 4:30 the next morning for the 1.5 hour drive to a State Forest up north that I often hunt. Even though I have several private fasrms to hunt, I like to hit public land on a frequent basis, enjoying the large tracks of ground to wander over and a need to bring my “A” game. I got to the woods just before daybreak, parked the car, geared up and hiked about a quarter mile into the heavy bush. I found a spot that I knew was amongst several mast producing trees and sat at the base of a tree and waited, while the sun worked its way up slowly lighting my surroundings. In the still morning I heard a gnawing above and heard a tree branch shaking. Watching for about ten minutes I finally saw a squirrel head through a cluster of foliage, and with my rifle propped on a set of solid bipod shooting sticks, lined up and squeezed the trigger on my Daystate Huntsman Classic. A light pull on the trigger which broke like glass, was followed by the squirrel crashing down without a twitch. First one in the bag, which I collected and moved on slowly looking for my next stop. Fifteen minutes later I heard barking ahead,Read More →