One time standing on my friend's front porch we saw three squirrels all standing in a row. I was telling my friend how much I liked this Colt Diamondback (.22) pistol I was wearing. He saw the squirrels and asked if I thought I could hit one with it. They were...maybe 50 yards or so away. I kind of laughed and started to draw and he said, "wait, let me go get my rifle and we'll kill two of the three." I just drew and fired dropping one, with the two other standing there like, hmmm what's Joe squirrel doing taking a nap? My friend called me a bastard (remember that's a term I use almost as a salutation
) and started to run to the door to grab his rifle, whem BAM! I dropped a second one. He turned around as the third one figured out what was going on and dropped underground. Never had to continue explaining why I liked that Colt Diamondback.
Another friend of mine actually got a part time job killing squirrels on a ranch where I grew up.
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