Left to my own devices I can thoroughly entertain myself. Todays enjoyment Squirrel Fishing. Dont judge, its my day off Ill do what I want to - Im grown I tell ya, Im grown. Tools required two unsalted in the shell peanuts. Yes unsalted we do care about natures creatures sodium intake, approximately 10 feet of dental floss and cup of coffee (for me not the furry beast). Tossing a loose nut about 12 feet from the porch to create a path of fresh scrumptious treats for the tree living critter. I then tied the dental floss around the second nut and tossed out approximately 6 feet from the patio door wrapping the loose end in my hand around my fingers as if I was about to hook a marlon on the open seas off of a chartered fishing boat in Florida. Sliding the patio door almost all the way shut leaving just enough to pull the dental floss back in the house to toy with my tree neighbor. To mask my scent I placed one of Jakes baby socks at the door. I figured this would throw off the squirrel sense of smell to danger by providing the innocent scent of a baby masking the scent of a hardened seasoned Squirel Fisher just on the other side. I sat back and waited for my amusement to ensue. Within minutes the squirrel was enjoying the first morsel I manipulativly placed for his silent beckoning. He then eyed the next treat. With cat like movements he positioned himself on target for his prey not realizing he was no more than a puppet in my morning script of amusement. He made his move and I countered with a slow methodical pull of the dental floss. He quickened his pace to the mobile treat escaping his desires. I maintained the pulling speed at a consistent pace demonstrating a keen sense of discipline to the mechanics of this new pioneered sport. He took to the bait as I pulled the nut across the patio. Grabbing with his tiny hand like feet he quickly sat up and placed the nut in his mouth. I jerked the line to get his attention and he responded with a firm unyielding grip. For a few seconds we pulled back and forth in a game of tug and war. He paused. I paused. Our eyes locked in a mutual glaze of respect. I was not about to blink because he added to our adventure a game of stare down. He did not blink, obviously a master of this competition I see. Then in one swift ninja like movement he reached beyond the nut and bit thru the floss hopping away. Well played Squirrel, well played.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 19:46:15 +0000