I shot a squirrel with a .22 short in my front yard, one day, maybe 15-18 yds or so away, not far anyway. He was in a big white oak and froze when he saw me. I shot for the head, and he never flinched, so I shot again, for between the shoulder blades...he still never flinched. I sat there and watched him for about 20 seconds, then walked over to the tree with the intention of getting closer and shooting him again. Finally, as I got to the base of the tree, he fell at my feet...hole in the noggin and a hole between the shoulder blades...just took him awhile to let go of the tree, I guess!


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