I was raised in the country but in the late sixties when I was about thirteen we moved to a subdivision in another town because of my fathers work. There were two older "city" boys already living there who thought they and everything they had was better than me and what I had.
The subdivision had a considerable amount of undeveloped forest bordering it so I made good use of it hunting squirrels with my fathers old .22 rifle.
One morning while heading into the woods I met the two city boys. They both had their daddies auto twelve gauges and nice hunting vests with all loops full of shells. They told me I could come with them and help "tear up some squirrels" but I declined and went my own way.
The woods were full of squirrels that morning and I could hear the guys cutting loose time after time. Sometimes they would both empty their guns and I figured they really must be tearing them up. It sounded like a war zone at times!
I just took my time,determined to bring back some squirrels, even though I only had seven bullets with me. I also did not want to be outdone by them.
At the end of the morning on the way out of the woods we met up again. Their eyes immediantly went to the six squirrels I had hanging fron my pants beltloops. I had missed once.
With all the firing I heard I expected them laugh at me and empty out game bags over stuffed with squirrels to show me up. Instead one guy reached in his bag and pulled out half a shot off squirrel tail.
That was it.
The subdivision had a considerable amount of undeveloped forest bordering it so I made good use of it hunting squirrels with my fathers old .22 rifle.
One morning while heading into the woods I met the two city boys. They both had their daddies auto twelve gauges and nice hunting vests with all loops full of shells. They told me I could come with them and help "tear up some squirrels" but I declined and went my own way.
The woods were full of squirrels that morning and I could hear the guys cutting loose time after time. Sometimes they would both empty their guns and I figured they really must be tearing them up. It sounded like a war zone at times!
I just took my time,determined to bring back some squirrels, even though I only had seven bullets with me. I also did not want to be outdone by them.
At the end of the morning on the way out of the woods we met up again. Their eyes immediantly went to the six squirrels I had hanging fron my pants beltloops. I had missed once.
With all the firing I heard I expected them laugh at me and empty out game bags over stuffed with squirrels to show me up. Instead one guy reached in his bag and pulled out half a shot off squirrel tail.
That was it.

