I vividly remember some of the better squirrel mornings of my youth, when the leaves were down and frosty and the silence roared in my ears. I'd strain to hear those far-off hickory cuttings falling to the forest floor and would slowly bring my 6x scope on my Mossberg bolt gun up to search for the source - they'd have to be dropping 1/2" ball bearings for me to hear them today! I agree Destry - it's gotta be still for squirrels.
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