I grew up with a Winchester 67A single shot rifle. We lived on the farm and I had few ways to earn any ammo money. (Even though it was cheap then.) My Mom had a peach tree that bore white peaches and they were the best ever to eat. Usually just before they got ripe enough to pick, the squirrels would come around and take a bite. If it wasn't quite ripe, they would move on to the next one. I could buy .22 shorts in those days for .25 cents a box. Everytime I shot a squirrel, Mom would fry it and give me a quarter for ammo. I didn't have camo so I'd hide in the hedgerow near the peach tree and pop them on their way to the tree. I got waaaay ahead on the ammo.