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My dad said he used to go squirrel hunting with my grandpa. They’d be walking through the woods and before my dad saw anything (which is saying something, because my dad had exceptional eyesight and was very observant), Grandpa’s rifle would swing up, a single shot would crack the air, and a squirrel would fall to the ground, always with the hole in the same spot, right behind the ear. Dad said once he could no longer put the shot in that same spot, Grandpa gave up squirrel hunting.
