The Saturday before Christmas my dad and I took the boys hunting. While both have deer hunted with Granddad, I don’t think either has truly hunting for something that they could actually kill. My dad took Wyatt and I took Rory. Rory and I walked down behind the cabin along the bike trail and before long we started seeing some squirrels move in the trees. I tried to get Rory to shoot, but he wanted me to try first. After a couple missed shots, Rory found the squirrel hiding on a tree branch. Luckily we were using a .410, otherwise at this distance there would haven’t been much left with a 12 gauge. As I learned, you eat what you shoot. Granddad showed the boys how to skin the squirrel, which was pretty humerus. As expected Wyatt wasn’t too keen. But Rory was pretty fascinated and I think eventually may be the hunter partner my dad is looking for. I bagged the squirrel in some Dale’s seasoning and dad finished it on the smoker the following day. Rory and I concluded it was the best squirrel we have ever had.