I went out and hunted yesterday evening. I speed scouted a couple of areas that I know will get bombarded early November. I wanted a whack at them before the hoards arrive, lol. I picked the top spot from the day before as my go too. On the walk in, as I was on the gravel road, a truck pulls up. It is an older gentleman, about 80, who in looking for squirrel hunting spots. He is from South MS and is basically up this way by himself. We talk a little and he's a nice guy, and he tells me he is planning to go right into the spot to the North I had scouted the day before, my plan B spot. The spot is only about 250 yards from the road. Instead of getting annoyed, I tell him there are some white oaks back there dropping and give him the general idea.
From our conversation I can tell he is a little unprepared. I tell him about the copperheads and moccasins that have been numerous this summer and find out he only brought tennis shoes. I politely suggest at least rubber boots or better yet, snake boots. He says he will get some this evening in town and that he had not even thought about snakes, even though his father got a nasty copperhead bite on his leg years ago.
I also suggest we swap numbers so if he gets into any trouble out there, he can text me. I hope when I'm 80 and hunting new ground alone hours away from home someone looks out for me just a little. Anyway, maybe he will get his mess of squirrels.
I'm also glad I talked to him and found out he was planning to be in there today instead of going in there and being on top of each other or hunting it this evening after it had been walked out this morning. It's huge public land. There are plenty of areas to hunt.
My hunt went uneventful. I was hunting over good sign, three huge white oaks with plenty of feed sign under it, fresh acorns dropping and notched caps and old and new deer poop. Nothing showed.
I may get out this evening. There is a big drainage I'd like to check.