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i went squirrel hunting this past weekend. i finally got me a squirrel! and a rabbit that a buddy and i split, because really, neither of us knows who killed it. we both fired.
so i shot the squirrel three times with a 12-gauge. it wouldn't stop running! it kept hopping behind trees. anyway, when i got to it, it was still alive but not long for the world. i had my .38 on my hip so i put the squirrel out of its misery. it sounds cold the way i write it but it was pretty serious for me, emotionally. my first kill and all.
so i shot the squirrel three times with a 12-gauge. it wouldn't stop running! it kept hopping behind trees. anyway, when i got to it, it was still alive but not long for the world. i had my .38 on my hip so i put the squirrel out of its misery. it sounds cold the way i write it but it was pretty serious for me, emotionally. my first kill and all.