It’s July, which means I’m up to my ass in ground squirrels, each and every verminous one plotting with all its heart and soul to break into my powershed and make a big mess of my pantry.
I’ll put up with rabbits and even non-invasive packrats, but I currently have a shoot on sight policy for ground squirrels in my yard. I just hate them. I don’t often hit them, to be honest, but I’ll expend ammo just to demonstrate how unwelcome they are. I’ve taken to carrying the .22 as my EDC gun just for that purpose. It’s a rare day I don’t take a shot.
So this morning I opened the Lair’s front door and immediately spotted very squirrel-like movement under one of my junipers while I was still standing at the top of the stairs. Out came the Ruger; gonna pot me a rat with a fluffy tail. Great start to the day!
The squirrels may not have taken the hint and moved away to pester my neighbors, but they are by and large aware that being motionless in my presence is not conducive to a long and prosperous life. So I expected a running shot if I got one at all. That’s why I hit so few; I’m really hopeless at running shots.
This particular squirrel hadn’t learned the lesson. It was clearly not long out of the nest, maybe 1/3 scale. And it came out into the open, faced me squarely not 10 yards away, and just stood there and stared. “What’s that?” it asked itself. “Does it want to play?”
Oh, I had it dead to rights. It was motionless in my sights, a perfect, close, easy shot. Gersh Kuntzman couldn’t have missed this shot.
I’m such a putz. I put two bullets into the ground next to it to scare it off. Come back later, you little rodent, when you’re not so cute. I’ll kill you then.