Lots of folks like to shoot their guns on the Fourth just to make some racket. I just cannot do that unless I am shooting at some food. I killed these fat, young-n-tenders yesterday morning and they were at least 50 yards from the house so it was like a real hunt and everything. I sneaked up on both of them and actually kept barking at one so he would continue his barking and let me pinpoint his location. I used my 12 gauge smoothbore, Ole Betsy, to get the job done.
My buddy, John Pruitt, gets all the parts he needs today to make me a new squirrel killer, a 32 caliber rifle. I should have it in my hands in a couple of weeks. I don't see how she could possibly be as good to me as Ole Betsy but I'm willing to give her a tryout.
Darren
