anyone ever have a squirrel sit on there head.

[daymere]

was deer hunting and had a fox squirrel climb down a log and sit on my head to eat a acorn thats a wild trip.
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[lonehunter]

LOL ! YES I HAVE !

HAD QUITE A FEW DO THAT , BIRDS TOO !

I THINK THE MOST MEMORIBLE CREATURES TO INVADE MY "ME SPACE" WERE A FIELD MOUSE THAT CLIMBED ALL OVER ME BEFORE HEADING NORTH IN MY PANTS LEG ( NO SENCE IN TELLING YOU MY REACTIONS THERE )

AND A TURKEY THAT PECKED AWAY AT MY FANNY PACK FOR THE GRANOLA BAR INSIDE .

MAN , AIN'T IT A BLAST TO HAVE SOME OF THOSE CREATURES COME TO KEEP COMPANY WITH YOU ?
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[ssor]

A couple or years back I had a squirrel that waited every morning for me to come out to do my daily chores. thes creature kept me company for a whole summer. Spent most of the time on my sholulder. He loved it when I would hand him a Wallnut or hickry nut I would find on the ground for him. Kinda miss the guy now. Maybe some day I will get me another one to spend the days with me.
Has anyone noticed the way the squrrils are stocking up for this winnter? I went to gather nuts to crack and all I could find was plenty of empty shells at the bace of the trees. Lookes to me like they are getting ready for a long winter this year.
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[daymere]

yes it is and they are very frendly too as you wouldnt expect.
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[daymere]

they are amazing animals and fun to watch on a long day of deer hunting.
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[davetclown]

well actualy, I have!! several times.

I have had birds set on the end of my arrow when I was in full camo while deer hunting, I had a rabbit sit on my lap one 20 below zerrow day after I fell asleep on a sittin on a log, he left me a few tricks and a trickle in my lap before he hopped off leaving wondering where my rabbit dowg had wondered off to. Had a fawn kick at my feet while i was sleeping under a fur tree.

makes me wonder about them people who tell me that I snore when I sleep....[crazy]
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[davetclown]

I almost forgot what happened to me one opening morning for deer season. I sat down on a trail in the woods. for an hour I kept hearing rustling, I thought to my self it was a deer, and it was neer by digging for acorns. and as the morn drew near the rustling progressivily got lowder. it was still to dark to see a foot in front of my face, I struggled to see in to the dark but could not see anything.

about every 5 10 minutes I would hear the rustling dawn began to break and I could just barly start to see in front of me, minute by minute the antipation of seeing a fur dinner standing directly in front of me. hoping he was still there. sitting there in the open on the trail, I knew I would have to sit compleatly motionless. and wait, wait out the excitment that was rushing through my thoughts.

as my visibility drew better every moment, and the rustling became louder with each passing moment, I was sure that at any second I was going to have a deer staring me right in the face.

then it happened. not more than a foot away from me it bolted right out of a pile of crisp fallen leaves, right in my face, knocked me right off my seat and on to my back. I did not even have a chance to draw my gun on the phesant I sat on top of in the pitch black darkness of a moonless night...
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