I grew up hunting squirrels. Killed my first one with a 410 when I was 11. Actually, I killed it with a stick. I knocked it out of a tree with one shot and it hit the ground and rolled under a log. I reached under the log and grabbed it. I was proud as could be for about 15 seconds until it bit clear thru my hand thru the flesh between my thumb and finger.
After I grew up, the first firearm I bought was a used Winchester 22. I still use it to shot a squirrel occasionally. I grew up in a hunting family. My wife was never interested in going hunting and we have 3 daughters. When they were young I tried to take them squirrel hunting a few times but they never took to it like I did.
The last time I took them squirrel hunting my oldest daughter was 8. I shot a squirrel and she seemed interested when I told her I was going to gut it. I field dressed the squirrel and showed my daughter all the internal organs. I shot the squirrel in a large oak flat and it had been feeding on acorns. I explained to her how squirrels hold acorns with there front paws and chew up the acorns. I showed her how the squirrel's stomach was full of chewed up acorns.
When we got home, my wife was talking to her mother on the phone and my daughter said she wanted to talk to her grandmother. My daughter got on the phone and told her grandmother that she had gone squirrel hunting with me and that I had shown her how to cut the nuts out of a squirrel after you shoot it. Since my wife came from a non-hunting family, I had a hard time explaining this to the anti-hunters.
True Story.
I look forward to the day when I can take my grandchildren squirrel hunting. Perhaps one or more will take to hunting the way that I did.
