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Bigsur I always killed the Fox Squirrels. The Gray's didn't have enough meat.
I like you found a nice tree to set under and wait. Kept some rocks in my pocket. If he is hiding I threw the rock on the other side and he would roll around that tree right in front of me. 😁
 
Shot a lot of fox squirrels in my younger days. There were so many around, you could find a good fallen tree to perch on, smoke a pocket rocket, and wait. Pretty soon one would start chattering. Pop him in the head, mark a line from where you're sitting to the tree you shot him out of in the dirt, wait fifteen minutes, and the next one would start chattering. Repeat until you had your limit and then trace the marks in the dirt to where they fell. If you picked 'em up right after you shot 'em, it would take close to an hour before you'd hear the next one.
 
I was sitting against an oak tree, deer hunting, and a squirrel was overhead chattering like h,ell. All was good until he dropped a pellet in my lap, then WAR. Naturally as soon as I moved he was gone. Vengeance was not mine that day. Did not see a deer either,
 
Shot a lot of fox squirrels in my younger days. There were so many around, you could find a good fallen tree to perch on, smoke a pocket rocket, and wait. Pretty soon one would start chattering. Pop him in the head, mark a line from where you're sitting to the tree you shot him out of in the dirt, wait fifteen minutes, and the next one would start chattering. Repeat until you had your limit and then trace the marks in the dirt to where they fell. If you picked 'em up right after you shot 'em, it would take close to an hour before you'd hear the next one.

All we had was fox squirrels where I grew up, but we ran into some large greys (almost black) in Texas once. Dad and I hunted together, with me usually the one scaring them around the tree to his side or shaking the hanging vine to roust them out of a nest, while he was the gifted head shooter.

Not only did we eat them, the local pecan growers were glad to have us reduce their population from their orchards. Pecan fattened are tastier than a acorn fattened squirrel.

I was sitting against an oak tree, deer hunting, and a squirrel was overhead chattering like h,ell. All was good until he dropped a pellet in my lap, then WAR. Naturally as soon as I moved he was gone. Vengeance was not mine that day. Did not see a deer either,

Greys are indigenous here, with the foxes and invasive species, brought by immigrants.

I had one pee on my head in the park recently, but I had nothing to shoot it with. They have been around so many people, that I can talk them down a tree to take a peanut out of my hand.
 
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I bought a sportsterized K98 Mauser in 30-06 that weighed in at slightly under six pounds. With a hard plastic buttplate, she'd stomp the crap outta ya on a bench.
Fast forward 20 years; I buy a Rem700 in 300WM. This thing had me flinching before I even shot it. Paid three bills for it brand new in a box, took it to Davison where Answer Systems had their office, and spent another three bills on a muzzle brake and a recoil pad. With full bore 200 grain hunting rounds, she kicks like an M14. Money well spent.
I've got an AR10 with the Sudanese brown fiberglass furniture with the cocking lever in the handle. Fun to shoot. Heavy to carry for any distance.
6lbs + 30.06 = sore shoulder. Ouch

Bubba
 
We've got all flavors of squirrels here. Lots of Fox, quite a few grays with an occasional black, the little red pine squirrels, and the cute little ground squirrels (Chipmunks). Ours are all corn/bird seed fed. I know the corn fed ones I ate as a kid tasted good. Haven't got a clue what the ranch ones taste like. The only way you get shot around here is if you're eating my critters.

Bubba, after 20 factory rounds on a bench, my shoulder looked like I'd been kicked by a mule. Took me quite awhile to overcome my flinch. Now a days, unless it's a 12 gauge, 3.5" slug, I don't even notice recoil.
 
I used to have a Remington 410/22 over/under for squirrel hunting when I lived in Oklahoma

I could sit down in the woods against a tree and be real quiet for about 30 minutes and then I would start to hear squirrels hear and there

if I spotted one in a tree I would make some squeaking noises and when the little feckers popped their heads up to see what it was BAM!

those were mostly red squirrels

the grays were always on the move , like fast spiders in trees , so when I spotted one of the grays , I had to use the 410 to bag one

fried squirrels and gravy hard to beat
My Daddy taught me how to catch squirrels with a boy's pocketknife and a sassafras stick. I taught my sons, too.

You cut down a small sassafras tree (1/2" thick or so) and cut off the ends of the first branches so that the stick ends in two sharp points about an inch long.

Go over to a hole in a tree and put the forked end down into the hole. If there is a squirrel in there, you will feel him and hear him growl. Start turning the whippystick around and around. There will be a lot of fussin' going on in there.

Pull out the stick, and the pissed-off squirrel will be hanging from his tail. Whack him with a big stick. Easy peasy.
 
6lbs + 30.06 = sore shoulder. Ouch Bubba

Truth spoken here.............

Bubba, after 20 factory rounds on a bench, my shoulder looked like I'd been kicked by a mule. Took me quite awhile to overcome my flinch. Now a days, unless it's a 12 gauge, 3.5" slug, I don't even notice recoil.

All the purdy colors the next day are way kool and good for sympathy. Blue, reds, yellows, greens.....................

Morning OFC. I feed the squrriel's here. They are pets and entertainment for me. I haven't hurt an animal since I married Mrs Pute.....I am not allowed. Time to feed them.

I quit hunting around two decades ago too.

Forgot to mention that you can swim in any lake or river without fear of being eaten, too!

A nice feature about the Pacific NW as well.
 
I quit hunting a long time ago...I would rather take a photograph of the wildlife now.

But I have not given up on fishing...them fish were born to be caught

we went from the 40’s and 50’s straight to the 90’s....me and Swede work outdoors all we can until it gets hot then we go indoors...lots of remodeling , moar kitchen cabinets to be hung today

off to the salt mines!


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