A late season squirrel hunt

By Capt. Bill Watkins


February 1st, 2017: It was forty-eight degrees and the light jacket felt good as I rode in my UTV in the pre-dawn darkness. For several days, the Sabine River had been up running through the sloughs in the bottoms and there was no access to the vast expanses of hardwood timber. But as fast as the river came up, it had gone back down and three days of sunshine had dried up the ground under the hardwood forest.


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