Yesterday I managed to get two more out of the same tree. Shot one, it fell then shot another one that ran to the exact same spot on the same tree.

I thought I missed the second one until I walked up to get the first one and saw the second one and fallen down inside a rotted out section of the tree. I almost didn’t even see it.

Later as I was leaving the top of the mountain, I looked down on my path and saw a squirrel I shot a few days ago and couldn’t find. I thought I had missed it. Sad to say it was half rotted so there was no taking that one home. I was able to count it to my total for the season though. That puts me at 21.

If God didn’t want us to shoot sqwacks, he wouldn’t have invented the model 31 Remington in 16 gauge.