It's almost squirrel season in Missouri. Some of my best memories involve squirrel hunting with my husband and son. On my very first day out, I spotted a squirrel peeking out of a hole in an oak tree. I raised my .410 up and was getting the squirrel sighted in. Just when I got ready to pull the trigger my husband said, "Hang on, let me show you a little trick." So I lowered my gun and anxiously awaited the new and amazing trick I was about to see.
Jim raised his Ruger 10/22, took aim and shot my squirrel out of the tree. Yes, he shot my squirrel after calling me off of it. We still laugh hard about it today. The silly look he had on his face afterwards was classic as he looked at me and said "oops". You see, his intention was to shoot just above the squirrel, which would scare the squirrel out of the hole but he was just a little off target and shot my squirrel instead. You can imagine the ribbing I still give him today about that. Yes, my husband shot my squirrel!
Thankfully, my son was with us and was able to help ensure I got my first squirrel that day. We walked for another hour or so and all of a sudden the woods came alive. My son and husband were both pointing at trees and squirrels were everywhere. I was grinning from ear to ear and laughing uncontrollably. Shelby finally got me to quit laughing and pointed me in the direction of what he thought would be the easiest squirrel for me to shoot. I sighted it in, pulled the trigger on my sweet .410 and boom...my first squirrel! I turned my head just in time to take aim at another one and got my second squirrel immediately. I shot two more that day and I fondly named that particular area "The Squirrel Playground". That was the day that squirrel hunting became my favorite activity.
On another squirrel hunting adventure early on I walked right into the middle of a thornbush. I immediately called for Jim to come help me. He walked over, took one look at me and said, "If I wasn't with you, what would you do?" and started clearing the thorns away from me. Well, I thought about it for a half a second and asked him to stop. He was right, if I was alone in the woods, would I truly just stand there helplessly or would I do something about it? So I cleared my own way out of the thornbush (and many more since then) while he just stood and grinned, proud of his wife and the hunter she was becoming.
I can't think of a better way to spend my day than walking through the woods with my husband and son. I still use that same .410 for squirrel hunting. I've got a 22 that I could use instead but I have a passion for shotguns and this particular .410 is probably my favorite gun. I have learned so much through hunting but more than anything else I have made fantastic memories with my family and friends and learned self confidence!
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