Never hunted squirrel on opening day of spring until this year. Won't do that again either. I set out about day break to my ole spot on the creek banks where I've hunted for many years. It was thick fog. How I got lost I'm not real sure, but I ended up nearly a mile north. I won't go into detail, but the 3rd time, I found the creek ! With sweat pouring off me like a sieve straining water, and my glasses steaming over, I was soaked inside and out, cause all the kneehigh spring grass was wet with dew. The fog began to lift finally, but doing so it condensed on the foliage, and the forrest actually began to rain from the treetops. As the light began peaking thru the trees, all I could see was the tree leaves in front of me. Not anything like the fall hunt when the leaves are falling and you can see up thru the trees. By now I was getting stiff from the laboring exercise I hadn't anticipated on, but I was determined to stick it out. Then came the quiet - nothing was stirring - and I could imagine the leaves rustling with fox squirrels - but that was soon interupted by the humming of mosquitoes. Man; they were swarming like raiding dive bombers . That's all I could stand. Mother nature won out, and I called it quits. I'll just stick with the fall and winter hunts from now on.
