My 9 year old son and I went squirrel hunting at my dad's farm this morning. I told him that hunting with a .22 was a whole different ballgame than the 20 guage he used last year. It started off fast and feriuos with squirrels cutting hickories like crazy. I had 8 on the stick by 7:00. The deal was he was to take the easy shots and i would kill the challenging shots. He was too slow getting zeroed in at first and never pulled the trigger until after I had already had killed a limit. I was proud of him for staying patient and not getting discouraged. Around 8:15, he finally squeezed the trigger and the small male gray squirrel fell to the forest floor with a dull thud. He was grinning ear to ear, and so was I. I have never known a 9 year old boy to kill a squirrel with a .22 rifle. It was a rewarding moment for him, and could not have been prouder of him!!
There were nine males and two females. Nine cutters and two travelers.
There were nine males and two females. Nine cutters and two travelers.
