Reminds me of a deer hunt many years ago.
I was deer hunting in northern Minnesota. It was one of those days where the only things you saw or heard were pine squirrels. They are loud, they are obnoxious and they are relentless.
As the sun was almost set and I was preparing to go off stand and head for the truck, Mr. Red decided to give me one last noisy scolding.
That tore it. Pulled the S@W Mod 66 357 with the 4 inch barrel, hit the tip of his nose (one handed) and he literally exploded.
True story.