Squirrels are a nice culinary experience. Fry them with lard in a deep skillet, make gravy in the pan with the leavings. Serve with mashed taters and green beans cooked in a pot after you've cooked the fat off the bacon.
I killed lots of them, Dad loved eating anything that was not bought with money. Mom was a great cook.
There weren't many squirrels close to the house.
I once rented a house that squirrels had chewed a nice hole in the soffett to set up home in the attic.
Land lord would not pay a professional, the city did not trap squirrels. I took a 22 cal German RWS air gun, a thermos of coffee, my lawn chair and set up shop before daylight. I killed 14 or 15. I had asked the PD Chief and had his blessings.
I nailed up a Folgers coffee can end over the hole, painted it white and deducted it from my rent.
There was a time back in history where squirrels feared my Brother's and my name. Most were done in by cheap old Western Auto Revelation ammo.
I usually do a fried squirrel dinner once a year, but it has not been several years. The next time I'm going to marionate them in something. Perhaps Chicago Steak seasoning.
Do any of you remember cutting a forked tree limb and inserting thru a slit you made in the squirrels back leg to make carrying them easier. Thru the belt allowed the ticks and fleas to go straight up your body.