Carlos
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I remember years ago I'd gone hunting with my Uncle, my cousin, and my Grandpa. I had just turned 11 and they decided I was about big enough to go off on my own with my 20ga single barrel. I was a little worried about it myself, but I trusted them to make sure nothing happened. (They probably bever got too far away, looking back on it, but they were out of sight for sure.)
It had just gotten daylight when I spotted a pair of squirrels high in the timber. They hid when I tried to get closer, so I sat down at the base of a large Oak tree and waited. After just a couple of minutes, my left ear started burning really bad! Then my ankle started, and then my forehead lit up. I'd sat right next to a nest of Yellow jackets in the ground. I stood, threw my gun down up and swatted them for a minute. That's when my cousin walked up and saw what was going on, yelled for me to RUN! and I did. I must have been stung over 20x I guess. That hurt like hell, and I'll never forget it. I had stings all over and even after I got away, there were several in the tops of my shoes trying to sting thru my socks.
My cousins the only one still living who remembers that trip. We did bring home a few squirrels that day but one of them had to go retrieve my shotgun from the base of that tree.
It had just gotten daylight when I spotted a pair of squirrels high in the timber. They hid when I tried to get closer, so I sat down at the base of a large Oak tree and waited. After just a couple of minutes, my left ear started burning really bad! Then my ankle started, and then my forehead lit up. I'd sat right next to a nest of Yellow jackets in the ground. I stood, threw my gun down up and swatted them for a minute. That's when my cousin walked up and saw what was going on, yelled for me to RUN! and I did. I must have been stung over 20x I guess. That hurt like hell, and I'll never forget it. I had stings all over and even after I got away, there were several in the tops of my shoes trying to sting thru my socks.
My cousins the only one still living who remembers that trip. We did bring home a few squirrels that day but one of them had to go retrieve my shotgun from the base of that tree.