While we are telling squirrel stories I just have to pass along what happened to me this year.

I was sitting in my tree stand, just as the sun was coming up. It was just about shooting light. I heard incredible rushing sound coming from behind. Just as I started to turn, I saw what seemed to be a huge white “some thing” right next to me. I about jumped out of my skin. It took a couple of seconds, and seeing it smack onto the trunk of a nearby tree, for me to realize that a flying squirrel had just glided inches from the side of my head. I’m pretty sure that if you looked close, you can see indentations that my fingers left in the solid steel of my tree stand. I like to think of it a sign of my incredible stealth, and prowess as hunter(that it didn't know I was there). But, the reality is; it’s just another case of the ever evil squirrel having a good laugh at my expense. This time they just called in air support.