Hunting squirrels has always struck me as humorous. It’s one thing if you actually live out beyond where they don’t paint yellow lines down the middle of the road and a trip to town takes a full day or more. I get that. I just keep seeing my dear ol’ dad, may he rest in peace, sitting out on the porch with an arsenal of his grandkids’ SuperSoaker squirt guns, waiting for the little bastards to make another attempt at the birdfeeder... LOL!
Heck, get a pellet gun and hunt them from the kitchen window :-)
When I was a kid in Enterprise, Al. we had a neighbor directly behind us (separated only by a fence) who would should birds out of his fig tree with a .22 rifle. This neighborhood was so close to downtown that at 10 years old we would walk to town all the time. Nobody said a word a word about his shooting, it was a non-event. Now the SWAT team would probably show up and kill the guy.