Cool Pic. Plan on culling some of the talkative squirrels after the season.
When I was a teenager I could take a .22 drive 40 miles and squirrel hunt on my own. Always seemed to meet dads with kids and old folks that lived through the depression. I was sitting in a stand once and saw a hawk nail a squirrel. It squalled and fought until the hawk dropped it. He fell about 25 feet, hit the ground and then ran up a tree and just sat there seeming to say "how did I get away from that?"
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