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I went out this morning at 7. At around 9:30 saw my first squirrel through some thick brush about 20 feet away. I braced on a tree and fired- and fucking missed. I assumed it was because I was overexcited and let it go. I kept hiking around, but it was 2:30 before I saw another. This squirrel, 50 yards out on a pinoak branch. I fired at it. And again. In total 7 shots and every single round missed. I was furious, I know I had to have hit him.
About an hour later I was sitting under a 60’ pinoak, and noticed acorns began falling rapidly around me. I looked up and saw squirrel(s) in my tree’s folliage. 2 squirrels were playing grab ass and running down the trunk right at me. I layed on my back, rifle pointed up like the guy in the pearl harbor movie shooting a tommie at a zero- and every fucking shot missed.
I finally decided to test my zero... and at only 10yd, it was left by over two fucking inches. I spent 10 hours today hunting with a rifle that was so out of wack it was impossible to get a hit.
Pic related, i was aiming center leaf.
