So I was hunting out in the brush on my cousins land with their consent, I get up in my stand and start waiting, and this demonic squirrel starts threatingly squeaking at me like he was saying get off my land or something...
This continues for 3 hours then that stupid demonic squirrel leaves thank goodness.
THEN I had seen some orange coming through where I hunt, I come to find out it was one of my cousins younglings around 13-14ish years old.
He could not wait in his stand (Its the best placed stand within 5 miles easy...) for even a hour, and he preceded to get down and go trudging around the woods for about 3 hours (he isn't exactly light on his feet...) and scared all the deer away
So all I got from the weekend was no sleep for two and a half days, 3 hours of my life I will never get back from that demonic squirrel, and I only saw a doe.
Meanwhile my grand father about 3/4 of a mile away from me saw 6 deer 5 does and a decent 6 point buck.
Lessons learned:1. Coordinate with my youngling cousin and make sure I hunt when he doesn't...
2. I hate demonic squirrels....