[rman]

Years ago a good friend and I were out hunting squirrels with our .22's. We didn't have much luck, but my buddy did manage to knock one down just before noon. We were out in the boonies and by that time we were getting pretty hungry. We threw the squirrel in the trunk of my old 64 Chevy and put the rifles in the back seat. I drove to the nearest town which had a population of about 200. There was a little bar downtown that also served pretty good hamburgers. I pulled up out front and started toward the bar. My friend said, "Throw me the keys and I'll put our rifles in the trunk." I tossed him the keys, he opened the trunk and immediately slammed it shut again. "Come here and look at this," he said. "You ain't gonna believe it!"

I walked to the rear of the car and he popped the trunk again. The "dead" squirrel immediately began tearing around and around in the trunk about 90 miles an hour. Bob shut the trunk again and said (using his best hillbilly accent), "You hold him Luke and I'll thump him!" We were both laughing so hard I'm sure the locals thought we had lost it.

 

[gunman42782]

I shot one out of a tree next to a creek and he was still kicking when he fell in the water, so I jumped in and held him by the tail and drowned him. My son was with me and said, "You are just like Daniel Boone dad!" We both had a lot of fun out of that. Squirrels are very tough animals for their size. Pound for pound one of the toughest critters there are! Have shot several with shotguns and .22s and you got to hit em square in the head to kill em.

 

[sheepdog]

Shot one with 12 ga. #6 heavy load once-out of a tree and he hit with a thump-bent down to pick him out and he almost took my finger off-since then, I'd step on him and put a knife through the ears first-bad little rodents!!

 

[Calvin Wiles]

Reminds me of a couple if incidents that happened years ago with .22's. One was when my Dad decided my Brother and I were old enough to learn how to kill hogs. While he got the water hot he had my brother and I to go kill the hog. We had a large pasture with a corn crib where we fed the hogs. We didn't have a pen, but the hogs would eat around the crib. I ask my brother if he wanted to shoot or stick it. We were 8-10 years old and he said neither one. I told him if he would help me turn it up on its back I would shoot it and then stick it. I shot it and it dropped instantly, and I got the knife and just as we turned it on its back it regained conciousness and we held it and I stuck it, and we had to hold it until it blead to death, because if we had turned it loose, it would have ran to the back of the pasture before it died.