My father gave me 1 bullet in deer camp for grandfathers Gill gun 22 rifle.
Told me not to come back without a squirrel.
Man I had to make it count. I had bad vision but I never mentioned it because if you aren't dying then you do not need to go to a doctor or a dentist. Yea that was how it was.
Now i came back with one and got another bullet and told to scram and do not come back without a squirrel.
Those old codgers just wanted to party at deer camp. I hated it. I was 12.
Now the next bullet was harder to get on a tree rat and I followed this one for 30+ minutes trying to get a still shot but it kept running from tree to tree up in the canopy.
Well that squirrel ran out of limb and went to jump but not another tree close enough.
He put the brakes on at the end of the limb and did a flip as he grabbed the limb with his front hands.
Now he was hanging there 20 feet up and trying to get his back legs up on the limb but could not do it and slowly lost grip and I watched his little fingers slowly open and he fell to the ground all flicking around.
BAM! right on his back and KNOCKED OUT.
I picked his limp body up and took him over to the tree trunk and placed him on the ground. his head began wobbling and his eyes opened slowly.
He bobbled his head side to side then got on the tree and started up slowly still bobble headed.
Made his way all around the tree and back to me and about 2 feet higher shaking his head.
I never fired that last bullet.
I have been told I should have taken that squirrel back to camp and handed it to the old man and then hand him the bullet.
I wasn't that smart back then.
But i would have probably got a beating for doing that.
I got them for much less.
I chased that squirrel for so long I think he became my friend.
Told me not to come back without a squirrel.
Man I had to make it count. I had bad vision but I never mentioned it because if you aren't dying then you do not need to go to a doctor or a dentist. Yea that was how it was.
Now i came back with one and got another bullet and told to scram and do not come back without a squirrel.
Those old codgers just wanted to party at deer camp. I hated it. I was 12.
Now the next bullet was harder to get on a tree rat and I followed this one for 30+ minutes trying to get a still shot but it kept running from tree to tree up in the canopy.
Well that squirrel ran out of limb and went to jump but not another tree close enough.
He put the brakes on at the end of the limb and did a flip as he grabbed the limb with his front hands.
Now he was hanging there 20 feet up and trying to get his back legs up on the limb but could not do it and slowly lost grip and I watched his little fingers slowly open and he fell to the ground all flicking around.
BAM! right on his back and KNOCKED OUT.
I picked his limp body up and took him over to the tree trunk and placed him on the ground. his head began wobbling and his eyes opened slowly.
He bobbled his head side to side then got on the tree and started up slowly still bobble headed.
Made his way all around the tree and back to me and about 2 feet higher shaking his head.
I never fired that last bullet.
I have been told I should have taken that squirrel back to camp and handed it to the old man and then hand him the bullet.
I wasn't that smart back then.
But i would have probably got a beating for doing that.
I got them for much less.
I chased that squirrel for so long I think he became my friend.