Introduction
The outdoors has special meaning to me. I caught my first fish at age 4 and shot my first duck at age 9. Nearly four decades later I still get excited when I get to spend any time outdoors. A lot has changed during that time but the anticipation and experiences are still similar and just as exciting. It’s a great place to be....Read More
These days I enjoy many different types of hunting. I’m an avid, some might say rabid, waterfowler. I love to bowhunt and have traveled the country doing so for various big game species, although I’m fairly content with Kansas whitetails and turkeys now. And when it’s not hunting season I’m usually fishing. I love to fish for walleye, crappie and channel catfish. I’m at home on the front of my boat on a big reservoir or wading a small Flint Hills stream. It’s all good.
Throw in a recent bout with the trapping bug and decades of camping with family and friends and it’s obvious I have an addiction for the outdoors.
Many of my most memorable outdoor experiences in recent years have centered on those with my children. My 18-year-old daughter and twin 12-year-old boys have been a major part of my outings. Watching their eyes light up as they realize the wonders of Mother Nature and her bounty likely has even more meaning than my own personal satisfaction. Spending quality time with them outdoors carries significant and substantial meaning, no matter what we’re doing.
In this Blog I’ll attempt to relay some of the enjoyment and satisfaction I get from being outdoors. Topics covered will be broad in scope and run the gamut. It’s all fair game. If you can sit at your computer and read a particular entry and it stirs you to try it, or helps make your experience more enjoyable, I will be pleased. And if it does nothing more than make you smile or laugh that too, will please me. The outdoors is truly a great place to be!
Good luck!
Marc Murrell
Friday, June 8, 2012
RAT PATROL
I love squirrel hunting. Or, more accurately, I love calling squirrels. You can have the "go sit under a tree and wait," as that's not my style and I can't sit still anyway. Calling squirrels is as exciting, on a relative scale of course, as bugling in a bull elk. I like to refer to squirrel calling as the "Extreme" sport of the small game hunting world.
Calling squirrels relies on using a distress call. Tree rats are territorial and overly protective. Once they think a hawk or owl has one of their own they go absolutely crazy barking and often come running to check out the commotion. I often joke about having to shoot the very first one I ever called in self-defense, but it wasn't far off. He was ticked and coming down the tree trunk I was standing against. Ten feet above my head he met his match. Bright-eyed and mouth agape I was hooked.
I went out for the first time this season last Tuesday morning and witnessed a gorgeous Kansas sunrise. I stepped into the woods at 6:05 a.m. and started calling. At 6:55 a.m. I killed my last in a limit (5) of fox squirrels and was headed back to the truck. I left several squirrels still barking at the last stop.
Unusually successful? Nope. It often works that way in good habitat. I don't know that I've ever done anything hunting-wise that worked as well as calling squirrels. It's a great chance to beat the summer heat, introduce a kid to hunting or just enjoy a nice morning.
Give it a try....it's a hoot!
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