Hard to title this story, but wanted to share it because it tickles me. Last week I took my nephew and his grandson squirrel hunting in my favorite squirrel woods. I've hunted squirrels for 65+ years and my nephew almost as long. We both carry very nice .22s with equally nice optics and shoot .5" groups at 50 yds with high-grade ammo. The grandson (age 14) carries a cheap Savage with a low end scope (his dad bought a "combo" against my advice) and shoots bulk plinking ammo.
At the end of our hunt the score was:
Me--0
Grandpa--0
Grandson--6. He shot 8 shots and killed 6. And had a 1,000 watt smile.
Us old farts got skunked, but we have a great story to tell and couldn't be happier with the outcome.
At the end of our hunt the score was:
Me--0
Grandpa--0
Grandson--6. He shot 8 shots and killed 6. And had a 1,000 watt smile.
Us old farts got skunked, but we have a great story to tell and couldn't be happier with the outcome.