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My squirrel story: used to live on a 1,200 acre cattle ranch that little by little became inundated with ground squirrels. Had my grandfathers octagon barrel pump action .22 rifle with iron sights. It was usually windy in the afternoons. Was firing at a squirrel on the side of a hill that was well over 100 yards away. He was not scared back in his hole because the wind direction was not sending the report of the rifle in his/her direction. The squirrel just kept running around on the hill, and I kept firing, reloading, firing some more. Had to aim quite a bit to the left to compensate for the wind. Finally, I heard a "thud" after one of my shots. Walked up the hill and searched all the squirrel holes until I found a dead guy a few inches down in one of the burrows. Only took about 98 rounds of .22 long rifle before I hit him. P.S. An almost opposite story: I once hit two small squirrels with one .22 round, one was looking over the shoulder of the other one, on the side of a hill outside their burrow. Only managed that once.