I grew up squirrel hunting and every year I tell myself I’m going to go one time for old times sake. Never seem to find the time. I have never used a rifle, but an Ithaca model 37 was my go to gun
I grew up "shotgun" too. Except some safety concerns, everything "squirrel" is better with a .22.
On my first rifle outing in The Hills; I was stoked with Win T-22's. I was overlooking an oak "flat": 1st Mr. Gray was foraging @about 30yds. It wouldn't be still. I kept making little "kissing" noises until I got it's attention. There must've been some sort of "echo". It stood frozen, facing the opposite direction and received 40grns of lead between the ears.
As it flashed it's tail; another appeared from "nowhere" to investigate (Marlin boltgun/21in bbl--"crack" like a breaking stick) and received the same treatment which left a larger passage through it's left side of head--it was "intrigued": The third "investigator" was nervous as hell: Kissing noises seemed to result in a "racing around panic". I waited it out and eventually killed it with a body/vital shot. NOT GUT: It was getting dark: Not impressed with my greed.
Anyways; I was on leave and had to clean three squirrels for Grandma. She was pleased. It was now time to fish for brown trout for her Catholic Fridays...Original/Countdown Rapalas/remote/ in acid friendly streams:
Dressing squirrel sucks--it sucks MORE when you smell gut and 4 shot keeps bouncing off the "counter". It sucks EVEN MORE when one smells GUT in piss(?) and "tastes" of it in a meal.
BLAH BLAH BLAH:
That is all.
