Awhile back I shot a squirrel. He was perfectly silhouetted against the sky, up on the peak of the roof. Shot him with my little Marlin .22. I’d been listening to him chew inside the wall at night for what seemed like months. Got him in the neck, right under his little chin.
It’s nice and quiet now.
Mrs. AV
Bet Mr AV behaves himself! My patents always jokes that mom was a better shot than dad and he “admired”
Her greatly.
Sidney Squirrel,,
Alas,
no more.
ha ha!
“Awhile back I shot a squirrel. He was perfectly silhouetted against the sky, up on the peak of the roof. Shot him with my little Marlin .22. I’d been listening to him chew inside the wall at night for what seemed like months. Got him in the neck, right under his little chin.
It’s nice and quiet now.”
I’ll always remember a trip my sister and I were leaving IL for Florida, with a stopover to visit my aunt and Uncle who lived in Hilton Head, in S. Carolina. We were sitting in their breakfast nook in the kitchen one morning, eating, when through the open patio doors at the back of the kitchen my Uncle spotted a squirrel up in their birdhouse that was on a very tall pole not too far from the back sliding glass doors of the kitchen. The birdhouse was in direct view of where we were sitting.
My Uncle didn’t like the fact that this squirrel had the temerity to be in his birdhouse, so he went and got his gun and plugged the squirrel who was peering out from the birdhouse circular opening, right between the eyes. While we all looked on in amazement, the bird plunked back into the birdhouse, deader than a doornail, never to be seen again. Good shooting Uncle, even if it did freak us all out at the time. The transaction took place fast, unfortunately for the squirrel.