I was like 7 or 8 and was squirrel hunting with single shot 20-gauge by myself. Shot at a squirrel in tree. Hit it but didn't kill it. It flopped out af my feet but was still trying to go. I shot it again. Man, you talk about ugly. It was a hole the size of your fist through a squirrel with a little skin on either side holding it together. Dad came down the hollow to where I was. He was not impressed with what his firstborn had done. Coached me up a little on proper shooting distance for a shotgun
